I’ve been gone for a minute, so I think it’s only fair that I come back with a treat for you – a picture a poem!! This picture is from 2012. I’m on stage performing erotic poetry in Brooklyn, NY! Yea boiii!! But before I digress — instead of sharing the poem I performed that night (Late August Virgo), I’m sharing a poem the subject wrote for me. He’s a late August Virgo.
It Was All A Dream
It was late when we first met
I would say around 12:15
We kinda just ran into each other, you were doin you, I was doin me
You were looking for some directions and I happened to know how to get to your destination
Next thing I knew we were at the local diner
Our small talk quickly turned into a full blown conversation
The attraction was strong
I wanted to know everything about you
It was clear to both of us that something was brewing
You caught me at such a perfect time in my life
At a time where the edge of a cliff was a comfortable place to pitch a tent and rest my head
Normally everyday was Halloween for me
But today I decided it was time to throw away my mask
So I was open
And you loved me for that
You could read my mind
You heard my wishes
Me wishing there was no such thing as time when I was with you
Or at least that the 1 was an 11 and that I actually had 2 more hours to spend with you as I looked down at my cell phone
A wish that as we pulled up to my house, you would be coming inside with me that night
You looked me in the eyes
It was like you were looking in the mirror because everything my eyes told you, you were also feeling
It scared you at first but you were comfortable with me
You said I made you feel free
So I kissed you
A kiss that triggered your fingers to introduce themselves to my spot
Which gave my lips the ok to travel to yours
You rubbed my head, then you rubbed my HEAD
I smiled with satisfaction as I reached for your pants
You stopped me an looked deeply into my soul
I felt it in my spine as I looked back into your big brown eyes
I was now the one looking in the mirror
The one who could read minds
No need for words to be exchanged at that moment
I knew what you wanted, what we wanted
The car door opened
I grabbed your hand and pulled you close to me
It began to rain but It couldn’t be a more beautiful night to us
We continued to kiss until the rain was too strong to bear anymore
The water falling from the sky and the water falling down your thigh let us both know It was time
We held hands as we ran up the stairs to my place
While inserting my key into the lock a flash of lightning illuminates the sky
Followed by the loud sound of thunder
Then the buzz of my alarm clock
Opening my eyes I am greeted by the smile of the sun between the cracks of my blinds
I shake my head in disbelief as I smile back
Laying in my bed I realize… It Was All A Dream
READERS: What do you make of this poem?? I know what I think!! Hmmm.
- 12 Facts about Virgo (juneerphy.wordpress.com)
Categories: Narratives, Personal Stories, Poetry
Thanks!! Right. You were THERE! Thanks for the pic. LOL.
As a former stand-up poet, I wish I was there to rock the mic too. I never heard of that spot though. Maybe it’s because I’m all the way up town in the Bronx.
The pic doesn’t look bad neither with your sexy ass! #JustSaying!
Thanks for reading. I was at the Kimble Theatre at Long Island University. It doesn’t look bad? Underhanded compliment with a sexy added on? Thanks!
Now that was hot!! You had going there for a minute there. I was like ok breakfast in the morning sweet morning kisses, but poof!!! It was all a dream.
Lol. You know I didn’t write that right??
I like, it was oh so real, a perfect visual. Well done…
Thanks for reading. I think he did a great job too. Glad you enjoyed!
Okay my bad. I thought you did. Lol!!
No. Someone wrote it for me a while ago. I love it too though. I got permission to post it!
That’s what’s up! The person have skills.
I like this. It’s always good to see yourself through someone else’s eyes….it was all a dream, but it shows how much you were in his psyche
Thanks girl. It was a first for me and a first for him. I almost didn’t wanna share it with anyone! Lol
This was good!! You know that the dreams are always, almost better than reality. We(females) create scenarios in our mind and they don’t usually play out this way but this was a guy’s dream and I’m in shock….lol
Thanks Raquel! Isn’t it beautiful? And his assessment of the situation was spot on.
It was a good poem. Was this like an ex dude or something? You usually don’t just write poems for women unless you’re a simp.
Thanks. I’ll limit it to we were seeing each other. What’s a simp?
Ok makes more sense. A simp is a guy that does unnecessary things to get a woman’s attention. Like writing poems to women you like.
Oh no. That’s corny! Thanks for explaining. Simps don’t get the time of day.
Thanks girl. *blushing!*