literal orgasm

I kissed poetry again last night
another page turning experience to bring to the mic
This unused paper was my canvas for every secret thought
where I could sit and release my pen
without thoughts of getting caught.
Slowly
seductively, I join with my black ink pen

Preparing mentally,
physically,
emotionally to discharge these feelings within
Ink spilled from my pen,
little by little-
covering the page
becoming one with literacy
kissing the paper with love
hateand thoughts of Rage.

It excited me, calmed me
with every thought of every letter
leaving me exhausted
gripping my bic, the tip getting wetter and wetter.
I didn’t want to at firstbut my soul was being nursed
emotions quenched my hunger and obeyed my thirst
...
First with awkward long strokes
and pause.s ...
in between
to....
ponder
then letting my thoughts guide my hands
as they begin to wonder...

I gave my inhabitations that night
Nearly everything I had
I could hear Usher in the wind
telling me I’ve Got It Bad.

No longer pure or innocent
but I can stand to be poetically deflowered ‘
coz I needed,
craved,
dreamt about that night
until minutes became hours.

What more can I say about this
PoeticPassionatePromiscuousPlace
when
PenetrationPerfectlyPleasured me,
without means of Penis orPussy,
but by means of Paper & Pen
that had me
leaking on my endless sheets
emotionally exhausted, yet
secretly craving for more.
That now may be in the past
but the experience feels closer and closer-writing and writing out of spaceconstantly flipping pages over.


But to stop writing, I could never phantom
never forgettingmy first literal orgasm.