Whether due to serendipity or subconscious plan, it appears that my first blog-post of each new year is a poem. This year's offering is overtly sexual, so if the reader might be offended, read no further. Whilst I may occasionally toy with Machiavellian machinations, I should never manipulate anyone into a sexual liaison. This is merely me daydreaming a fantasy.
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Take
big feet
hmm, nicesolid columnar legs
well-proportioned torso
tall
sandy locks cede to reddy curls
bushy blond eyebrows
arc over penetrating orbs
gems set in an alabaster vessel
cracked as dimpled cheeks
break from a hearty resonant laugh
your tongue like an oyster
squirming in its shell
but discomfort of homosexuality
before your deep
almost husky, estuarine voice
broaches the void
your discomfiture most appealing
cute like a little boy
downcast eyes
time-lagged movements
as if in slow motion
brick-red lips soften to a broad smile
we embrace
I feel you
a back of solid muscle
no fat excess at all
speech slowed to the stop
just before stuttering
hesitancy at overt sexual overtones
but you ease into the passive rôle
and I hope you have a large hole
to fill
with an eat-as-much-as-you-want
guffawingyour eyes widen
to a familiar smile
comfort zone
a fabulously wide mouth
with thick labia
elastane I hope
and the pinky
fleshly
red
draws me back
to your velveteen
the white of talcum'd skin
after a steamy bath
and I’d sponge you there
is that the trick
to accentuate the ‘caracol’
to transmute it into
a hardy, oaken stick
long and broad
as of old
a knight’s favourite sword
and also that of Col
currently sheathed in denim
I could get it out of him!
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