My Passionate Encounter. It’s Not All About Sex

Some people ask me why I persist with writing poetry on my blog, especially as they don't elicit a whole lot of comments. I tell them its because I like using poems as a form of expression and that I love to share them with people. Even if one person happens to like what I wrote then I think it was worth the effort. I wrote this after a personal experience I had in what seems to be eons ago. Some of you may not agree with my experience, unless that is you are a hot blooded Aussie male, who more than likely experienced exactly the same thing I did. And so, without further ado, My Passionate Encounter! I got her home late one night Picked her up at a bar, without a fight I have wanted her, for so long I could not wait for the last song. Up the stairs we went, the door I locked I held her close, I was so hot. With a struggle I removed her top I gazed upon her form, I could not stop In desperation I tore off her wrap You could almost hear the dripping tap Perspiration covered her naked form The beads of sweat visible now the wrap was torn My feverish mouth claimed her own The sensation so great my mind was blown It was not long before she was spent In frustration against the wall she went Though short, for it did not last long I knew I did…

Continue Reading