poetry “Self-Serving”

self serve

Warm…..above duvet…..body so bare

Windows glass panes…..a heavy suns glare

 

Awoken from quite a delectable dream

Abruptly…..no warning…..sights unseen

A burning desire…..for release of steam

 

I gracefully sweep my hand

Across my rosey pink cheek

Open my eyes…..squinting

A brief moment…..a peek

 

Trailing my fingers along pouty full lips

Tasting…..biting

Their manicured tips

 

Casting a sweet devilish grin

Guiltily…..smiling

Familiar indulgence of sin

 

Drawing a path along my neck and collar

Like a lesson plan laid

Between Art teacher and scholar

 

My hands glide methodically to rising chest

Masculine visions of you

While caressing each breast

 

Slowly circling each petite peak

Kneading…..touching…..their round firm physique

 

A responsive demeanor

A touch…..just right

Pulling ever so softly

Till taut…..and tight

 

Falling downhill…..I travel…..head south

Quenching a thirst

Moistening…..ending the drought

 

Slowly skimming contours along my hips

In anticipation they rise

A standing ovation…..the perfect script

 

Like an architect’s sketch

Spine curved…..perfect arch

Legs…..bent at knee

As if ready to march

 

Signs of want…..unwavering

No urge to resist

Conscious desires

A pure ache exist

 

Light touches…..chill my inner thighs

Tingling sensations…..opening wide

Inviting myself…..to delve inside

 

Mind…..body…..thoughts align

Sinful images…..fluttering by

A Watchful eye…can be so divine

 

Matching…..a tempo

Keeping with pace

To the beat of my heart

From the expression on your face

 

Turned up lip…..from across the bed

Smiling…..you wink

Imploring to spread

 

Observing…..encouraging…..without a touch

to trace…..enter…..grab…..clutch

 

Directing me…..as if a Broadway play

I teasingly audition

No words to read…..or say

 

A private viewing

Your seat…..front row

Personal…..sensual…erotic show

 

Certainly not by luck…..or happenstance

Body…..obeying

Offering…..lovers dance

 

Rhythm…..faster…..pulsating beats

Biting down…..squeezing knees

Brought to edge…..clenching sheets

Gasping for oxygen

Lungs…..need of air

Intake of breath…..inhaling

None to spare

 

Holding…..reserving…..keeping it in

The finish line…..soon victory

Show…..place…..and win

 

Moist eyes…..a tear

Taking no more

A whimper escapes…..then a slight roar

 

Trembling…..sated…..a little frail

Remembering how good it is

To finally…..exhale

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