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Sep 2015
Born Again Freak

Was a ******
long, long time
Waited until he
Pulled back that veil
He kissed me for the first
time.

Never wanted to be
Handled nor touched
Became weak, for the musk
of him.

Through him I
learned to trust
again.

I could tell by his smell
His chemistry intrigued
me.

loved to cuddle
Under him for the foreplay.
Never wanted to go all the
way.

I awakened to his flavor
I could savor in his touch

He brought out that
Streak in me, that freak in me
My natural ability
That only he could
induce.

He squeezed the juice
From my fruit.
No one else could do it.

In another place in time
Our signals were aligned
He then become aloof
to our truth.

Time passed I could inhale
No one else, they were never
Fresh, always stale.

I stayed in celibacy
Wrestled with that
Spirit in me. nearly
Twenty years without
Sharing sheets.

Re-******, for certain
Repulsed by mankind
Turned my head away
When people spoke to me
Repulsed by any
Air stirred by other
Other human beings.

He found me unchanged
Waiting to inhale,
His fragrant smell.

Settled in, he began
To make me laugh again
He sighted the truth in my eyes
I could not hide what was inside.

There was rumbling within
My eager- freak met
Him *** for tat.

He touched places
And I touched him back.
He erotically awakened,
All that was at stake.

Holding back nothing.
I am his escalated freak
Born again from
The abstinence, I withheld.
Born again from his
Intoxicating smell.

There was a streak in me.
And only heβ€”could bring
Out that freak in me.
He is my spirituality
I love him religiously.
.... and I be born again.
And all is well.



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Written by
Vicki Acquah  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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