PG20
Feathers are bound
limitless to the breeze
but my love extinct
like the dinosaurs.
I only fuck to survive
now
Why do I feel so much
guilt at the sight of
your body;
Taste of sex runs
stale in the air leaving
me incarcerated.
I dream of your
incarnated body
Soft like fur, pure
like milk, drizzled on
your perfect body.
I try to go PG, but
my love so exuberant
I switch to full erotica.
Your naked face is all
I need to ascend beyond
climax. My excitement
no longer contained to
my heart but to my shaft.
Your eyes glistened with
confusion like a
concussion of lust and
terror.
Slowly I approached,
your breast inflates
in lust;
Perfectly propionate
in size and dimension,
softer than the clouds.
I place my shaft in close
proximity of your pectus;
The conjured heat of your
body materialised,
evaporating the wetness of
timidness.
Materialised in the centralised
part of my medulla oblongata;
My shaft solid ready, ready to
enter your planet;
With no armoury,
In wholesome faith I entered you,
moist, warm and tight.
I see the light.
I passed through the fabric of time
to the beginning of civilisation
I begin to decipher the Da' Vinci code
My tongue loose, I begin to decompose
Egyptian hieroglyphs
Beyond the edges of space I
transcribed our sex onto the stars
Neighbours wrote ode to our symphony
The cave men drew inspiration.
I compose simple yet tight aural
lines for your climatic masturbating
experience.
Our tongues intertwined in passionate
kissing. I combine prose and poem with
saliva, sealed by your kiss.
On the bed of rose and lavender
I had you laid; wrapped in your
dark sheets as we made love through
the night, till the bright of morn.
You mourn sensually, timid-free.
You yelled and I delivered, frenzy
of orgasmic finger-work. The candle
dwindles, our scent fills the room
The sea simmers depositing all
energy on shore. Silence cascades
upon us, reality stung like a bitch.
What have I done!
© Dotun Gb | Poems
