Flamboyant Confession

In rapt obsession,
and flamboyant confession
in fevered veneration
she used me
...
she used what I had,
she used what I did to her to stoke her sensual fireplace
using dusky scourges of willing hands
and willing tongue
to repeatedly plunge plunge plunge
deep deep deeper
tingling inside
as everything inside me
went haywire
and I was so sure
I wanted to keep her

" Where perception is,
there also are pain and pleasure,
and where these are,
there, of necessity,
is desire. "


Facing her
between brunet thighs
and feverishly escalated sighs
with that crooked cocky grin
as my tongue played fetch,
I hungered greedily to catch...
that flavor again
for my parch
was just as strong
as that arch she had going on,
rounds going higher
and higher
cresting to a almost satiated rise
of that loud throb
[boo boom boo boom boom boom boomboom]
of her aphoristic knob
Ears shreiking,
defenses weakening
as liquid pain gasps to profanities leaking,
embrace politeness in mili-seconds intervals
wanting to say...it was a slip,
it was she
just being freed from the bondage
of a unusually academic crepuscular grip

Sure you got flipped,
sure those were my locs you gripped
while your fleshly fountain dripped
Now let them walls hear
another avalanche of metaphoric chills
that make me run for the hills
then....when you can,
breathe a sigh of relief
....
tell self how you were just treated
like a theif
drifting back and forth across the back alleys
of leaf and limb
while yells and wails
from seduced finger trails
crippled your inner fights

Deep deep deep
inside the tissues of your silken ears
and against the pursuasion
of your supercilious pompous peers
and stirred by the slave that never stopped to fight
I applaud you giving it up to me
because certainly
that was my pussy last night!










jakuper
(10/23/12)