Not another love piece.

So i was talking to a buddy of mine who was all like, why are you so sensitive with your stuff and that whole emotionally filled poetry i don't feel. So i thought, lets write one that is a little more physical in nature and that is when i came up wit this. However, let me preface with, its a little risque, or more so than normal but i hope you enjoy it anyway.

Disclaimer: this piece is a little risque. i also don't advocate the situation in this piece below, i advise abstinence till marriage :). What you are about to read is just poetry. But if you decide to get involved in a situation like the following piece, at least use protection.

Not another love piece
Check it, this is not another love piece
So I am not about to confess to you that I lay my eyes on a girl and fell in love with ease,
No, this is not another love piece
So I am not going to reminisce about seeing a young lady and immediately seeing my future.
However, I will tell you I saw an attractive woman and knew what I wanted to be my immediate future
Because, this is not another love piece but a piece about seeing a woman and liking what I see,
As I am enjoying the sight of you, I look up only to see you smiling back at me,
And then, you bit your lip with that look in your eyes,
An acknowledgment? I’d like to think an invitation? Better yet, coercion….
and me being so eager to please, had no choice but to acquiesce to your persuasion
now we are in conversation, seemingly comfortable like high school sweethearts meant to be married,
and all I am hearing are insinuations, allusions to compromising situations that require your participation,
and to make it worse, well or better, are your equally intriguing contributions,
now is this too fast? Should this be happening? What is she going to think of me…….
The thoughts in my head are a cacophony of conflicting considerations,
So I do what I thought was most prudent, I left this all to my intuition…………
Next thing I know I am carrying you across the threshold of my room,
And you can’t seem to keep your hands of me, and now I am trying to hold back,
But you are like Maya’s words, with every touch and every breath..... still I rise,
As I get acquainted with your thighs, tears leave your eyes and joy fills your cries
And I realize, I barely know you and yet I am getting to know you better than any stranger ever could, better than any stranger ever should,
So we are bumping and grinding, doing the “bugle” in our most natural state,
In our animalistic, discovery channellish state, with hair pulling, back scratching, screaming and cursing as we rustle between the sheets, embedded between those sheets,
Intoxicated with pheromones until I leave you quivering, and muscles you didn’t know existed pulsate,
and the realization only excites you all over again,
And after its all said and done, I cradle you in my arms as we sleep like we have been partners for lifetimes over,
They say dying is a part of life, and I think I died a little bit as I held you in my arms last night,
And that’s only because a part of me lived between your thighs last night,
I would like to say I fell in love that night, I would like to say it was love at first sight but could it be?
Because for most of last night my eyes were closed and all I did was hear and feel you,
But then again…….
This is not another love piece.