Proffered Thighs: a Poem

proffered thighs

pronated palms

approaching bend

in anticipatory arc

moulding to a perfect fit

the outline

of your proffered thighs

smoothing faded denim

over firm flesh

feline acceptance

of the invoked stroke on

skin and muscle

the stout quadriceps

of your proffered thighs

radiating warmth

and virile strength

prepared for perversion’s caress

crotch to pants’ seat

stepping closer

front to back

with vampiric stealth

nostrils to trapezius

breathing in

your man-musk

orbiting hands

gliding under

weighing up

your proffered thighs

pressing solid hamstrings

proving talent

and I begin to grind

feeling your upper legs

tighten under my weight

relax

then taut again

in a few moments

the deed is done

so now I play memory over

pondering

your proffered thighs

[Image description: a denim-clad thigh]

Many apologies for the lack of blog-posts. I have several drafts saved and notes for other articles. Alas, I have just not been sufficiently capable of working on my writings due to ill-health. Nonetheless, I wanted to continue my tradition of posting a poem as the first article of a new year. I hope you all are faring well. Thank you for reading.

Take

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, nice
solid 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

guffawing
your 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

but I’m certain given the right circumstances
I could get it out of him!

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