(Short, softcore poem about intimacy that’s missing from casual hook-ups. Not hot and heavy like some of the others in here, but the kind of stuff that raises my heart-rate. If there’s a better place to post this let me know.)
The boys took me out for a drink
“You’ve had too much time to think”
Good intentions couldn’t erase my broken heart
“We’ll teach you, picking up ladies is an art”
They laughed and discussed the girls nearby
Who they’d rate low, who they’d rate high
My mind was elsewhere, as was my heart
“I suppose leaving my home is a good start”
My words went unheard, their fun was unaltered
I stepped out for a smoke to avoid the awkward
Looking up into the sky, taking a deep inhale
I resisted the urge to release a wail
A few feet to my left, I saw the spark of a light
It was possible something beautiful could happen tonight
Her curls swayed with the wind, her eyes gazing the stars
A beauty so timeless, described in memoirs
“I hate these things, going out,” I said
“Me too,” she smiled, “I wish I was dead”
She whispered a laugh, I chuckled as well
Being near her made it easy for me not to dwell
“Would you ever consider..” she suddenly started
Whatever she’d ask me could not be outsmarted
“…Only embracing me for a couple of hours?”
It was just what I needed, I succumbed to her powers
We walked to my home, alone in the streets
We lay side by side, fully clothed on my sheets
Then she propped herself up, pressed her thighs into my lap
I was completely at peace with being such a sap
“My boys will tease me when they hear what we did,
But these are affectionate moments I’ll refuse to rid”
She lowered her torso and brought her face down to mine
“This PG sensuality between us feels perfectly genuine.”
I held her all night, her head lay on my chest
My desires tonight were properly addressed
I grabbed her hand, brought her fingers to my lips
These simple intimacies were what I missed most from partnerships
The morning sun shone through my window
I had successfully escaped my torturous limbo
“I stayed here much longer than I’d anticipated”
I didn’t mind one bit, I felt truly elated
“You’re welcome back anytime, this was just what I needed”
Romance without sex, I happily conceded
“Do you think next time I’m here, we could exchange kisses?”
I nodded, “I would never pass up these bijou blisses”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/84he8u/the_art_of_basic_affection_mf