October 1, 2010

Penetration: A Poem

Permeates
Penetrates...
Your scent in my nose...
In my sheets.
Engulfing
Inviting
Your scent mingles with mine.
When you lay in my hair
The scent just stays there
And I don’t want to wash it
For fear it will fade away
But indeed…it’s faded.
As soon as I think of the smell
Of you
Only you
My body orgasms
And the pain fades to the background.
My nose buried deep in your neck
Just so I can smell you
No particular cologne
No particular brand of anything
Just your smell
Each one different than the other.
I can’t focus on the taste of you
Or the feel of you
Just the smell of you
More powerful than any kiss
I dont need your physical
Just your ethereal...
But the funny thing is...
I don’t know who you are
The specifics…elusive
I just remember the scent
Penetrating…


Of a man.

1 comment:

  1. Sweet prose, Mocha.

    Reads like a combination of pleasure and joy. Your sentiment reminds me of being laid in bed, half asleep, soaking up the mental while awaiting the intimate presence of a particular woman.

    Senses becomes so strong that I swear the woman is laid besides me.

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