Antique

Antique

 

Like an old lamp gathering dust,

 A Brontosaurus. Before the meteor in the Yucatan.

What it's like To be a lover

In today's world of instant gratification,

A fuck me now, satisfy me, then fuck you world.

Have been guilty as well of spilling my seed without conscious.

Or regard for feelings.

 Not trying to be hypocritical.

Have just the frolics of passion

With the sense of genuine affection.

Care and heartfelt yearning

To be with that special one

To burn by their mere touch

Commanding your soul with their gaze.

To purely ejaculate into an empty vessel

Devoid of emotion

Is but a grain of sand

On a euphoric beach.

Not the one to beat me

I shall come out the other side even better than before.

You are not the one to beat me,

Not the one to bring me down;

I am stronger than you

This is not the end.

My soul you cannot touch

Tho you do pose the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced,

Having to relearn all that life has taught me.

Starting from the beginning,

Crawl to walk, full sentences and thoughts;

Step at a time, one foot in front of the other,

A newborn with all the fascination of the new and unexperienced;

Fair is no longer a word I can believe in,

Pride can no longer be a factor,

The intestinal fortitude I have carried throughout my life,

Will become the strength to draw from;

I am not willing to quit just yet,

Too much to see and learn,

No you are not the one to beat me,

 

 

When we met

When we met

From my first vision of you hobbling across the busy street,

My heart was yours,

A quick kiss, a glance from those sparkling blue eyes, blushing cheeks,

My love was your captive.

Watching you interact with the world,

Enjoying every taste and scent

With a smile that lit up the darkness,

You lightened my soul,

The act of innocence of impending passion,

That we both knew was to come.

A caffeine infusion to heighten senses,

Your wanton look made my pockets tight.

An awkward first approach,

Feeling out likes, wants, romantic preferences.

That first taste of your skin and lips,

Ambrosia on my pallet

Stroking, kissing your flesh, meeting my thrusts with your own,

Moans mixed with orgasmic exchanges of pleasure,

Excited my sexuality as only in a long memory.

An afterglow that never ended for me

A beauty filled me completely

From the nanosecond of our first exchange,

My love was inexplicably yours forever.