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SACRED ORGASM

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SACRED ORGASM
It is a waste of time
When the one heading this cunnilingus journey
has no head to think that my body, in its inner sanctuary
is a respecter of coitus interruptus
I mean, the earth they say is round, but to me, this is a flat one
This road is a slippery back and forth one dripping calm water
With hormones always raving at the slightest chant of orgasmic thoughts
in the presence of spirits and gods
bowed-eyed and drinking from this gourd of screaming orgasm
Rehearsing thoughts over tots of moans and soft praises
“Where are his hands” I whispered to myself
I fought back and forth, thinking “Oh, no hands allowed”
Then like sex-starved slaves of Amistad, he pleaded
“May I be allowed to give my offering upon this temple of liberation?”
I whispered “Offer your sacrifice on this altar of sexual incubation”
Each time, I stole glances at him my nerves twitched
His touch ignited wildfire across my temple
this gave me goosebumps
from atop these twin mountains set upon my chest
through the path that leads to my navel
and down through this forest of pleasure
cupping this clitoricentric spot, to where warmth is assured
I spoke in the unknown tongues of fiery gods
This world is a cold place you know
This right here is my defense
One orgasm at a time
Two, sit back, lay face-up
Three, inhale, exhale and watch an army gather
and ready to shoot through you
Four, don’t be scared
Five, never worry
Six, you won’t be sorry after an anthem is laced upon his tongue
as he slurps and moans at your unstable waistline
You, the owigiri dancer
You, the receiver of his worship
will hold his head as you stutter broken prayers
and your tongue no longer stays rooted in your mouth
You choose not to speak
For the devil is the choirmaster conducting the loud notes
you play aloud in staccato rhythms
or the ones caught in your mouth; close
Seven, let out the puff of air as you wake up refrains of oohs and aahs
Eight, he stops to kiss you and your body remembers
it is no respecter of emotions holding you back
Nine, just drip like the 5am soft August rain
Ten, remember to ask
“Does this head heading this journey deserve warmth in your sacred temple?
(c) NEO.Flo.Etry
Photo credit: http://www.tenor.com
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IT WON’T GO AWAY

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IT WON’T GO AWAY

It wasn’t so humorous

When all I see is your silhouette

Taking careful steps towards my reach

Each stride reminded me of pauses

Like that of an unfinished note, the ellipsis;

 

You came into my fastidious life

Like the congregating soft rain in August

On a quest to soothe my towering pain

You vowed and strained all the way

To bring the distant sunshine to my face

 

How can I forget you?

How can I not remember you who ploughed my garden?

You who planted seeds in me that never sprouted

How can I forget the hands that closed my doors?

How can I not remember that stormy day too?

 

For sure, we fought well

We loved hard, we did, but

The cracks in our hearts gave way…

 

No such memory would go away…

 

© Neofloetry

1/11/2018

6:38am

 

Photo credit: “modern love” http://www.nytimes.com