Arms strapped around my waist like the Gucci belt I bought last week.
Temptation and desire travel thick
through my veins.
Symbiotic rhythms of nature compel
the forces of lust
which burn, hot like flames of fire,
on the surface of my
already trembling skin.
Beads of sweat trickle chaotically
in random order off of my body ----- as if I were oil based.
Clinching silk sheets of another man's scent with my
already crippling toes - I begin to chant the Name of some ancient war hero
imagining a battle won.
These sheets of filth must become soaked with the juices of randomness -
the creation of one night's effort.
In the morning,
if we shall see it together.
I do not care to remember your name nor your position.
My only concern is knowing
these silk sheets now hold the scent of Me!
About the Creator
Jasper Bontemps
Life is all about where you choose to take it. I am a son a grandson, a brother, an uncle, a husband, a friend & a beautiful ball of energy. I have achieved accolades academically & have done good work in many communities around the world.
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