I’ll Be Like Sugar

Toes curled,
Gasping for breath,
wet from the core.
This is what you do to me.

Can hardly speak,
Ready to peak.
Let me lose control.

I’m too wound up.
I’ve given up on the world.
This fight gets old.

The rain falls,
As do my tears of joy.

Your body rubs against mine.
You whisper words I rarely hear.
You grip my thighs,
You haul me closer.

You say you like the way I ride,
How you’d like to stay inside,
This is where you should reside.

You trace my ear with your tongue.
I grip the sheets in shock and pleasure.
I’m young you see.
I’ve not learned the tricks and trade,
On how a woman should be.

I surrendered for the day.
I loved through the night,
By daylight I will be all right.

-N

A Drunkards Prose…..

On this auspicious day,
I have a few words to say.
I’m tired of keeping them at bay.
I’ve kept track of others,
Tried not to smother.
Other,
Brother,
You have no idea.
(Sip)
What I knew,
What I know,
What I will know,
I hope to sow.
I hope to educate,
To instill,
To-
What?
Am I even making sense?
Have I tried to become another great leader?
Gandhi perhaps?
Oh, I’ve definitely snapped.
(Sip)
It must be this brew,
This gin,
This elixir,
This brew that frees the tongue.
I digress,
Man I feel stressed.
(Sip)
I wanna dance,
Does that make sense?
I want to move my legs.
Lately they feel like pegs.
Good looking,
Shapely pegs,
But pegs none the less.
(Sip)
Wait, who has pegs?
Is Captain Sparrow here?
My conscience is clear.
For once it’s not working overtime in 5th gear!
Who shall I think for this impossible feat?
Did You perhaps cheat?
(Sip)
I want meat,
but not any kind of meat.
I want….