THOKOZILE JAMES
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
Puncture me with the exactitude Of your pristine assemblage Deep within the hollow spaces of my inner cheek
He made a song about me Sang to me like therapy Enthralled by his golden violin He pledged his devotion In pieces of poetry
It only took a pen To rewrite the course I spoke in ink In sentences made of tousled hair
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
With just a part of me I welcome you to embark Upon my infinite mystery Of unwritten love letters
On those sleepless nights With beating heart I am interrupted By the odourless taste of your cum
My love waits there In the polestar I find purpose In your measured leisure
With your chocolate kisses Do you dare to shudder me bare
