Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Franco’s Private Reading (from the series in progress)

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Pages and pages
Of Morena’s Journal
Inked in her own style
Classy on page 10
Dirty and sexy on page 11
and 12, 13, 14, 
and fifteen.
Sixteen’s steam was contained in her dream
of me feeding her Mama’s spicy rice and beans
Against the kitchen wall grinding her
Orgasms on the floor finding her.
Fingering the page
I remembered touching Morena
The soft edges of her lips
The smooth surface of the paper
Right corner turned up on page twenty-three
A poem about the day she fell in love with me
Finding sex intertwined with erotic poetry.
She captures my every move
In rhythmic meters that blur into shades of blue.
I want to write back to expose my heart
But to put my longing on a page
Would betray the mystical fantasy
Between the binding.
Deep, burning desires she tries to conceal
Making me love her harder than what I reveal
The scent of her lives within
Each entry
Each passage
Each thought lying naked in print.
Could she be the woman I prayed for?
The goddess my heart would stay for?
More valuable than the sight I paid for?
I hesitantly read her confessions on page thirty-six
Her body tingles and cries as she craves my fix
I’m yearning to show her all my tongue tricks.
My mouth waters for a chance to douse her fire
Pleasure’s iniquity is my ultimate desire.
My own aura wafted from page thirty-eight
She needs my arms around her waist
Holding her tight in sexy black lace
Smelling our sex all over my face
A swatch of panties she wore hold this page in place
I could barely breathe by page forty-one
Consumed in her essence before love had begun
Morena, don’t make love to the pages anymore…
Let me love you until your poetry becomes jealous
Leave your writing for afterplay
I give you the role you want in foreplay
Metaphors can’t make you the woman you deserve to be
Morena, I acknowledge your worth
To my inspiration you give birth
We are poetry personifying sex
You are my significance
My magnificence
Let me fill you
You moan and whisper that you are scared
Losing me in the sound of your voice
The rhythm of your ride
I feel new
Deep inside you
Contractions gripping my pulsation
I love you
True sensations
I bite your tongue to hold you closer
You can’t let go
I love you
I can’t release you
You gasp as you ride me
With each breath
And each heartbeat
You love me
You can’t release me
My pulse quickens
Your walls thicken
To swallow my essence
I have been consumed by your ecstasy
Until tomorrow,
Your journal is closed
to conceal the wet fingerprints
I intentionally left
on the last page.

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