(1:30 am) “It’s Getting Late” 04.05.2017
It’s getting late,
the breaths you take are
close to my neck as bait.
Tantalizing vibes do more than
just congregate,
once again my body is ya
playmate.
Our senses tend to dominate
the way
our actions, now,
are to infiltrate
each others devious plans
to penetrate...
all cracks & holes
that begin to perspirate...
A tongue,
the first to liberate
a rush that’ll naturally stimulate
& deactivate
my brain from my body.
so,
I lie open,
motionless,
stunned & castrated...
The room is dark,
but the moans sound like
a Daniel Ceasar, serenade...
Your strokes orchestrate,
a rhythm.
an addicting vibe to dissipate,
like..
when you’re gone
& I’m alone,
in the mood,
no toy.
It’ll help me masterbate,
recreate,
& imitate,
those moves
my fingers have learned
to penetrate my own floodgates.
*read it, slow, like you see it.
Sincerely yours,
AJM.
