Tag: adult

THE ONE I SEE IN DREAMS

You resemble my lover
The one I see in dreams
Can’t envisage any other
As unlikely as it seems

You star in my slumber
So I savour every sleep
Once awake, I remember
Nightly memories that keep

In dreams you were birthed
Then grew on my mind
Heart’s desire unearthed
Eyes scouring to find

You are a wishful prize
Hence why I play my hand
No need to still fantasise
Because here you stand

So irresistible is your appeal
How it fills me with zest
Let us make dreams real
And lay chest to chest

 

 

K.G. says…
The first two lines of this piece were inspired by a chat-up line that my friend used. [Yes, it was definitely a friend and not me]. He said, “Hey, you look familiar”, and the girl asked, “Really? Where from?” My friend then responded, “From my dream last night” – complete with a cheeky wink. Sounds ridiculous yet he did successfully get her phone number.
One of my readers interpreted the subject as a spiritual lady of the night (such as the night hag or Lilith) – which I found hilarious and impressively deep in equal measure. From my perspective, I believe most of us have a mental image of what we’d want our perfect partner (i.e. dream girl/guy) to look like. What would you say to that person if you met her/him in real life? If you ever do run into your dreamboat, feel free to use this poem to woo them. Just make sure you invite me to the wedding for playing wing-man!

THE BIG HITTER

Throw it back for the big hitter
I bury the head deep like a grave digger
It’s a handful about to grow bigger
Once I get my digits on your ‘8’ figure
Earn your stripes, bounce on it like Tigger
Feel it yank your tummy, no Hilfiger
When I beat it, it’s going to be a thriller
Like Ali versus Frazier in Manila
Leave you punch-drunk without liquor
Go ape for the banana like a gorilla
King-sized like Kong and Godzilla
Don’t DIY, I brought my power driller
Santa’s here with your stocking filler
Empty the sack while you gulp vanilla
No veg, you’re having meat for dinner
I’ll butcher the kitty, call me pet killer
Play ball with me, you be the pitcher
And throw it back for the big hitter!

 

 

K.G. says…
This is just a playful and cheeky piece that was very fun to write. I wanted it to read and sound like a rap, without a structured rhyming scheme [half rhymes in truth]. The use of plain English and everyday speech gave me freedom to play with words and throw in lots of popular culture references.
I also wanted it to be very suggestive without expressly mentioning the subject. Although I’m sure you quickly worked out what it’s really about! [Hint: it’s not baseball]

BOTH KNOW THE GAME

He dangles his cash like bait for her beauty
She uses her looks to lure lots of his money
Both are in it for themselves, their actions are phony

He won’t make her his girlfriend, he just wants to beat
She won’t enjoy his company yet she agrees to go eat
Both know the game so they keep each other sweet

He is after all the pleasures without the commitments
She wants to taste luxuries beyond her confinements
Both tease with their assets, trading off in instalments

He takes her fancy places for her to post on social media
She entertains his advances to ensure he stays eager
Both keep playing till they get tired and need a breather

He happily pays to fulfil his desires, regardless of cost
She cares not that her feelings are colder than frost
Both know the game well and there is zero love lost

 

 

K.G. says…
Bwoiii… a modern take on an age-old tale. These are just certain observations that others and myself have made; presented in art form. It speaks for itself so I don’t need to say too much about it – we all know the game!
On a side note [before the PC brigade gets up in arms], I acknowledge that the particular roles described in the scenarios can also be depicted in reverse and are not restrictive traits of any particular gender or orientation.

LEGS LONG AND THIN

Looking good with legs long and thin
Waiting to discover how it feels within
Hoping it is tight but not way too much
Beautifully made, eager to finally touch
Gently unbutton, unzip then spread
Been longing for this, it must be said

Hands on the waist pulling into position
Cue the moment desire comes to fruition
Slip one in deep then follow with another
Soon both legs are shaking like fever
Wriggling, squeezing, breathless scenes…
Such effort, just to try new skinny jeans!

 

 

K.G. says…
First of all, shame on you for thinking what you thought whilst reading it! Tut tut – it’s just an innocent poem about denim 😉
This is definitely up there as one of the most fun poems for me to write. It was quite challenging as well because, unlike the ideas for most of my other pieces which come to me naturally, I had set myself a task to write something that would take the audience on a deceptive journey for as long as possible before delivering an unexpected twist right at the end.
Hope you enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed writing it. Go and have a cold shower now.