A GIFT FROM THE GODS

In peace she comes

Poetry unsaid

I sense her

Splendour beyond accord

Pleasure to offer

In hush we touch

Music-less set

No kissing, I’m instructed

While senses are lost to pleasure

Measured erotic movement,

Heavy breathing

My loins erect in heat

Manhood embraced within womanhood.

Eminent discharge.

Desire without end.

My manhood explodes like water from a failed reservoir

Pleasure beyond my teenage diction

Once per occasion is the order from the gods

And in silence she leaves

Disturbed Peace, Eyes wide open

Embarrassed smile thus painted on my face

In secret I sanitise the spilt seeds of my loins

Perhaps she’ll revisit on the morrow.

I instantly long for her unnamed face

“A gift from the gods”; I christen her

Eager, I persist towards snoozing.

Bless the gods for their blessings, I rejoice.

Author: Maake TL

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