3:00 am

I want her to call me at 3 am, wake me from my sleep
Speak to me as if all of my time is hers
She is jovial with me, always playing
I am her toy, a cat's toy

My Goddess

her legs are gothic statues
I melt into desperate meditation in their presence
partnered by perfect symmetry
crossed, they leave my pupils still
when in shoes, they squeeze sweet lust from my heart
I worship her
she possesses my will like a key on a ring
dangling me from this strenuous high
every cell in my body resonates with desire for her
I rise and fall and rise and fall to her games
it is beauty not to cum. and she obliges
drenching my body's senses in
deep, warm, cathartic pleasures
i want nothing else but her caress
vulnerable for her touch
helpless
swimming in a junkie's high
she is my fix;
her fine strokes
my body is hooked

swelling, my genitals sweat lust out through my forehead
I tremble in the wake of her shadow
I kneel at her pacing feet, i am flesh for her inspection
i am a bound package of blistering eros

she places her thigh against my lips
I drink the sweetness of its taste
my hands ache to break their bonds yet I weep from the happiness of their hold
i want her, i need her, she has made me this way

and then
a nipple, an appetizer of her delicacies
dangling in my mouth... i wish i could swallow it
swallow her
take her entirely in my mouth
caressing her whole body with my tongue
and yet she delivers only one piece of her at a time
a calculated pace

she wipes my brow and teases my nipples
she lets me hump her leg like a dog
i moan and moan spinning in delight
reeling toward gratification when suddenly
she kicks me away
and stops. I hear the clock's every tick through the night

early, i rise to draw her bath
my trained tongue helps her awaken to a sensual day
it has been a week since gratification has been unleashed for me
my tongue speaks with frustration as it darts inside her
and as she climbs into her pleasure
she tells me, draped in arousal, maybe this time I can too
the blood rushes between my legs awaiting her caress
but she cums, taking her time, wraping her legs around my neck
she glides into relaxed breaths and a smile

her smile forshadows a treat she has in mind which grows on the corner of hysteria and ecstasy
since my tongue has pleased her
she brings me face to face with the white of arousal's eye
and in her treating mood
she stops
i am left in a spasm
spitting juices orgasmless
sounds of her excitement rain on me as I lie in a pool of unfulfilled release
as she guides me again to tend to her body
bringing her again to her favorite place
when she is through for the last time-
a condensed day's work
she strokes me again
"Is it time?" she asks when the convulsions take over
she stops for an answer
"yes!" i plead, and grovel
"well maybe later" she whispers
as she locks me in her closet

I want her to call me at 3 am, wake me from my sleep
Speak to me as if all of my time is hers
She is jovial with me, always playing
I am her toy, a cat's toy

My Goddess

her legs are gothic statues
I melt into desperate meditation in their presence
partnered by perfect symmetry
crossed, they leave my pupils still
when in shoes, they squeeze sweet lust from my heart
I worship her
she possesses my will like a key on a ring
dangling me from this strenuous high
every cell in my body resonates with desire for her
I rise and fall and rise and fall to her games
it is beauty not to cum. and she obliges
drenching my body's senses in
deep, warm, cathartic pleasures
i want nothing else but her caress
vulnerable for her touch
helpless
swimming in a junkie's high
she is my fix;
her fine strokes
my body is hooked

swelling, my genitals sweat lust out through my forehead
I tremble in the wake of her shadow
I kneel at her pacing feet, i am flesh for her inspection
i am a bound package of blistering eros

she places her thigh against my lips
I drink the sweetness of its taste
my hands ache to break their bonds yet I weep from the happiness of their hold
i want her, i need her, she has made me this way

and then
a nipple, an appetizer of her delicacies
dangling in my mouth... i wish i could swallow it
swallow her
take her entirely in my mouth
caressing her whole body with my tongue
and yet she delivers only one piece of her at a time
a calculated pace

she wipes my brow and teases my nipples
she lets me hump her leg like a dog
i moan and moan spinning in delight
reeling toward gratification when suddenly
she kicks me away
and stops. I hear the clock's every tick through the night

early, i rise to draw her bath
my trained tongue helps her awaken to a sensual day
it has been a week since gratification has been unleashed for me
my tongue speaks with frustration as it darts inside her
and as she climbs into her pleasure
she tells me, draped in arousal, maybe this time I can too
the blood rushes between my legs awaiting her caress
but she cums, taking her time, wraping her legs around my neck
she glides into relaxed breaths and a smile

her smile forshadows a treat she has in mind which grows on the corner of hysteria and ecstasy
since my tongue has pleased her
she brings me face to face with the white of arousal's eye
and in her treating mood
she stops
i am left in a spasm
spitting juices orgasmless
sounds of her excitement rain on me as I lie in a pool of unfulfilled release
as she guides me again to tend to her body
bringing her again to her favorite place
when she is through for the last time-
a condensed day's work
she strokes me again
"Is it time?" she asks when the convulsions take over
she stops for an answer
"yes!" i plead, and grovel
"well maybe later" she whispers
as she locks me in her closet

-poetrician