Woke up -- all alone
from my lips escaped a groan
Is she by my side? No
just another unfulfilled dream
The realisation makes my soul scream.
My preparations for school -- all a blur
with every action stirring thoughts of her
Will she be at school, or will my thoughts be in vain?
DAMN INFATUATION and its gnawing pain!
At school at last, after an eternity on the way
What I say and her reaction will determine my day.
Shy, excited, nervous, oh calm down, I'll try
exchanged greetings, euphoria, I've cast the first die.
Class over, "where'd she go?"
to the reading room to have a look
Quick glance, in the corner, over there
bent over a book.
legs slightly apart, ass in the air
will the devil on my shoulder ever disappear?
Approaching, getting closer, now her rear in my face
The blood rushes to my head, my heart begins to race
Palms begin to sweat, my mouth runs dry
Must she do this so enticingly? Why baby, why?
Trying to decide, should I stay, should I go?
Can't concentrate, blood left my brain and gone down below.
Hands reach out
my mind prepares for the encounter
The motion accelertaes
I can't resist any longer
What will she say?
what will she do?
My guessing led nowhere
But somehow I knew.
Temptation holds me motionless
My breath is in short bursts.
I wish she'd just hold me
and caress where it hurts!
Oh God, when will it come
either form of release?
I wish she'd leave the room
and restore my inner peace
A far cry
from what I really want
but why does she tease
why does she taunt?
Suddenly she ups and turns
in one fluent motion
Looks me up and down
and evaluates the situation.
My problem is evident
and located near my thigh
What makes it even worse
is that I've slowly unzipped my fly.
Understanding my plight
she sat me down slowly, to talk
about the risings and fallings
of my infamous male stalk
In so doing she helped me out
of a potentially sticky situation.
My feelings for her now
are more than mere infatuation
I'll have to think this through
again and again and again
Is she a sex object,
or a really good friend?
At home thoughts of friendship and love
float around in my head
As I slowly and softly
drift to sleep in my bed.
Author's comments
A friend told me that I didn't have a poetic bone in my body.
I told him that he writes sappy crap.
He challenged me to write a poem.
That night I sat down to compose. It didn't take long.
The result is the above.
I left it on the table in the reading room and listened to the comments all day
before revealing myself as the author.
It unnerved every girl and had the guys sensibly distancing themselves from me openly ("we'd never do anyhting like that. He's a freak"). But aside they asked what possesed me to publicly admit to anything like this.
In a day I learned the power of written words.
Everyone took it as a revelation of personal experience.
Many girls refused to walk in front of me for weeks for fear I was lusting behind them. I bursts no bubbles, and laughed on the inside.
I'll admit that this reeks of my arrogance at the time.
That I thought that I could get away with some of the concepts contained is testament to that.
In retrospect I would work with the same concepts but tone down its presentation.
Granted had I known more psychology at the time I could have evaluated the responses better.
I would appreciate all honest comments, so indulge me.
3 comments:
DWL TUFF!!! give me time reference, when did you write this, I cant see why it would unerve anyone unless they had reason to believe it was true.
I feel like I've been in your situation before. I KNOW however that I would've never written about it so vividly, and even if I did nobody would ever see it. Very bold, or very suicidal.
If I were a woman, I woulda thought you were a freak too. But as a man, I completely understand.
I was in upper six. Could have been either 1st or 2nd term.
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