Saint Serge
I usually don’t get intimate with my poems,
but this is for those that feel consciousness is all that I write.I met her at a sports bar;
she wore a tight dress that made her tities appealing like candy bars.Normally, I would have just sat there and admire her,
but I had to walk over to get her name and number.When I reached over and said hi,
she responded with a smile.
She liked the way I stared,
but wondered why I didn’t make my move earlier.I haven’t been in anything serious since my last relationship,
so I wasn’t befriending her for love, but for companionship.She mentioned being a fan of my poetry,
so I knew to choose my next words carefully.She had just caught her boyfriend cheating,
so we kept conversations about loosing life’s precious things.I share a condo with my brother,
so after hours of flirting;
she took me to her shelter.
We took a shower once our clothes were off,
and then she behaved freaky by gently biting my neck and shoulders.She was super horny,
so it was a challenge for me to keep her happy till the next morning.She never met a guy that licked it like I did,
so the things I did with my tongue had her speaking Spanish.Once I got on top of her;
I placed her feet in the air.
She liked the way I kissed the tattoos on her legs,
so she bit her lips softly while rubbing her toes against my chest.I am slightly below the average size man,
but my skillful penetration
had her thinking that I raised a mandingo between my pants.I loved the way she called me papi,
but I had to placed my hands
over her mouth just so the neighbors didn’t hear her scream.The next morning she fed me breakfast in bed,
so I felt rewarded like I won best male porn star of the year.We didn’t call it a one night stand,
so I left my numbers on her night-stand.She promised to call me for a re-up,
and asked if the next time she could invite a friend over;
with a smile, I said,
‘See you later’.