The Story of All of Us
The poetry of lust under an Italian sun
The bud burst when I saw you in Schio
I noticed your hair first
Falling in feminine fronds
Framing your beautiful crooked face
Hazelnut eyes shining from a walnut face
Your wide grin echoing the stones
Studded in your silver earrings
I remembered you with Ramboed headband
Coloured scarves
Bare feet
Wild hair
Your navel a belly-button
An “outy” distended
Not a sunken “inny’
I recalled your all-terrain sandals
You striding up the hill
Smartphone pressed against the bridge of your nose
Stretching your peripheral vision
Always working
Maximising the opportunity
In each pregnant moment
I’m reminded that we have slept beside each other twice now
In Lagolo with you above me
And Lido Rossello with you beside me
Never touching
Space for the night between us
I wanted to hold you tenderly
Feel you relinquish your tenacious
Grip on the day
And drop into the Dreamtime
I wanted to continue to
Gaze upon you
In your sleep
To slip into your dream
Slowly approach you from behind
Gently press my chest against your
Shoulder blades
Sweep your hair to one side
Inhale the heat
Rising from your neck
Place my hands on your hips
Ease your buttocks back against me
Feel my cock thicken in your crease
Slip my hands around your breasts
Roll your nipples
Between my thumbs
And middle fingers
My index fingers
Too direct for such a soft caress
Cup your breasts
Stroke your nipples with my thumbs
Feel them stiffen
Feel you yield
Feel your hand reach behind
Search for me and grasp
My shaft in your small hand
And squeeze
And pull
Feel me twitch
I want to slide your dress down your belly
Glide my palms from
Your chest to your groin
Slipping my right hand
Slowly into your pants
Taking a thousand years
To travel through the
Exquisite hinterland
Of your lower abdomen before
Encountering the first filaments of
Silken pubic hair
Soft, so soft
My heart crumbling as I begin to
Search within your folds
Feel you lean into me
Moving closer
Cloak you in my arms
Press my hardness
Into your softness
Squashing your hand
With my urgency
I’m breathless
My heart is racing
Sweat seeps from my pores
And sits patiently on my skin
A lubricant
Awaiting your touch
Your kisses on my parched body
Like fat raindrops quenching the
Dry Sicilian hillside
The gentle awakening of Persephone
Bringing forth the
Colours of Spring
Into the full Summer heat
That builds between your legs
As I locate the wetness of you
Flowing onto my hand
Inviting my fingertip to explore
Deep within you
“Grab it all” you rasp
And I do
I grab it all
Your cunt, your arse, your tits
Every filthy fucking inch of you
I could devour you
Bad big wolf
To your red, red hood
I would not stop
Until all of you had melted
Over my cock and drenched me
From my nipples to my knees
The call to life
The wrongness of it
The rightness of it
Having you
Not having you
Conquering you
Losing you
Loving you
Letting you go
Playing with the Devil
A dance with the Goddess
Beelzebub and Aphrodite
Losing their minds
In a golden, turquoise sea of
Love
Lust
Filth
Beauty
Taboo
Life
I cannot now think of you
Without the butterflies
Within me
Waking up
Fanning the flames of desire
Within the deepest part of me
Head, heart, loins
All catching fire
White hot with a
Craving for you that
Shows no sign
Of ever being able to diminish
This isn’t of me
Or of you
This is a tale
Told time and again
By travelers
And the idle
Keen to engage the
Kindness and good fortune
Of strangers
With stories
That tell the
Truth
Of all of us
About the Creator
Johnny Seven
I'm a father, a writer, a poet, a musician, a traveller, a dancer, a lover of people and always visual.
I say "Everything I write is true". And it is. I'm also full of shit. At my best the shit is "quite entertaining".
I hate reading.
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