Unforgettable
We played hide and seek under satin sheets.
As her eyes rolled back and she gave a gentle scratch.
Resisting the urge to peek…
I thought she was sleep.
Till she pushed out the cheeks,
Giving off gentle gyrations…
Which proved she was ready for penetration,
Softly saying, “Everything is yours for the taking.”
But this heart is not made for the breaking.
I’ve admired her on numerous occasions.
But something sexual is an unfamiliar situation.
But she is ready and so am I.
Light kisses between the thighs assure her that I am gentle.
But I can still feel the resistance from the past lovers that she’s been through.
So I make my kisses 10x softer than the rest.
Provoking each stroke to be softer than her breast…
Then I backed up and watched her from a distance.
Becoming reminiscing of what I was temporarily missing.
Is it the way she looked in the kitchen.
Or the way that we cooked in the kitchen…
Not one moment of bitching and moaning.
Penal and vaginal consoling kept us locked like my stereo components.
I’ve never been a possessive type of man, but shit that pussy I owned it.
It would still be mine if she was married 25x…
I could write 25v lines just to get her out of the house.
Because she touched me in an erotical fashion…
Having a dashing passion and a need for physical and mental satisfaction…
With the subtraction of all the drama,
She sexually gave me head trauma.
Let me repeat that…
She sexually gave me head trauma and my every word ended in comma or explanation point.