The only seed that has ever

Germinated by my hands

Has since been crushed to the earth

And now my heart longs for more.


I reminisce on the fire that burnt within us,

Burning bright,

Red then blue

As we melt into each other.


Your scent engulfs me-

The smell of man and spice

And I’m blinded by

Memories of our flesh bathed in soothing light…


Irresistible touches and wet kisses

Making me shiver

As your sweet breath teased my naked skin and

My starry heart jumped to its beat.


Our love was heaven sent

And we got lost in the sensation

Of our passionate recreation

Before you plunged us to hell.


You smothered me in love and passion

As it rained between my thighs

And I was overwhelmed

When you peeked between the curtains.


I clearly remember that

When you gobbled me whole

And brought me to a scintillating climax,

I ached from too much pleasure.


I remember tracing your rock hard abs

As you lifted me to straddle you

And you mounting roughly from the back

As you trapped me in orgasmic bliss yet again.


I could tell that you were affected by

The contortions of my orgasms

That were etched on my innocent face

By the way you jumped inside me each time.


At the end of every night,

I was rendered limbless from multiple explosions

And your back was decorated

With souvenirs left by my fingers lodged deep.


Sadly, I found my balance

And the nightmare resumed

You robbed me of air and comfort

And used me as a bag to quench your rage’s thirst.


As long as you had me to yourself,

You were prepared to watch me shatter.

I can’t help thinking of how lucky I was

To have fled before permanent damage was done. 

I like to tell a story… And I sincerely hope that bomb sex isn’t all that you guys can get from this poem. The poet persona had it rough.. I mean, the sex was good, the love was evident. But jealousy and frequent verbal and physical abuse killed the relationship. She was loyal ’cause she loved him but she realized that the abuse wasn’t worth the sex and love. She chose sanity over the suffocating love that her partner has for her. Here’s to all the girls out there that are in an abusive  relationship… It’s not easy, I know. But it’s not worth it either. If he hits you, don’t make him promise not to do it again because more often than not, he’ll not fulfill that promise. If there’s something he does or says that genuinely gets to you and you warn him several times not to say it again but he doesn’t stop, that’s emotional abuse. He could blame his “outburst” on anger; he could even blame it on you for being frustrating. I just want you to know that love isn’t suffocating or abusive. True love will never call you a bitch or a ho. True love will walk away before he says something he’ll regret and he’ll only come back when he has calmed down. True love will never even so much as slap you. So please, don’t hold on too tight to something or someone that will ruin you emotionally. You deserve better. I love you! 


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8 Responses

  1. “Pleasure and pain”, I liked the flow and the graphical content displayed to the audience yet i’d say the pleasure seemed to be overly blinding. Enough to ignore the pain, I don’t think we felt as much pain as would have elevated our reasoning to pity and remorse for the subject. But overall, nice piece. INK.

    • Thank you very much INK. I think that’s the effect I wanted it to have. The pleasure was overwhelming; enough to ignore the pain.. But one has to take care of herself to avoid being buried deep by emotional attachments.

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