Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Poem: Meeting the Breeder part 2

Wow, you guys. Your response to yesterday's blog in the comments and on Twitter were amazing. I'm very, deeply happy that you were all able to share my experience with me. I was told that I made people teary-eyed as well as horny. If there's anything that could sum up that night with Rob it would be tears of joy and a raging cock. One of my favorite Twitter comments was sent to me in a direct message, and I wanted to share it with you all because I had never looked at the event like this before: "Your post on Rob conveyed your essential sweetness. Even after he fucked you to the point of pain you read him poetry." I honestly did not even link the pain and the poetry together, I read to him to please him. Everything I did that night was to make him smile. I love his smile, the perfect combination of goofy and sexy.

After I returned to my college, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I was happier in my day-to-day life than I had been for a long time. I was listening to cheerful music and smiling even when I was alone. I fully attribute this happiness to getting out of my small campus in a small town and seeing an area that was totally new to me, and having one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. I was renewed and I had a brighter, more carefree outlook on life. If someone questioned an action I was taking, my new motto became, "What are they going to do to me?" The "they" filling in for whatever active power supposedly had a hand in my fate. If I brought food to class and spent the hour eating and not listening to the freshman I was stuck in class with make stupid remarks that were borderline racist (my college is in Northwest Ohio, racism is...kind of a big thing there), who cared? What were they going to do to me? Stop me from graduating because I was hungry? No!

It was with this attitude that I found myself thinking about Rob, almost to the point of relentlessly daydreaming. I would hear a song that would remind me of Rob. I found out one of my close friends actually lives in the same town that Rob is preparing to leave. I shared pictures of Rob's large cock with the boys I fucked on campus, bragging that I took one so big.

And I wrote a poem about him.

He has already shared my poem on his blog, but I want you to read it again. Remember my post from yesterday while you do, and see the influence my experience had on this poem. See the mixture of pleasure and pain he gave me that I've craved ever since. And, of course, please enjoy what I worked so hard to perfect for him and myself.

Someday I'll Read You This Poem and You'll Fall in Love with Me All Over Again
lying beside you crushed
pushing my way inside
hard press pull me through
envelope me deeper and longer

this is not about sex
two bodies rubbed and raw
lubricated by sweat
this is not about sex
me trying to push the other side
so far in I'm nearly out

your nimble back jumps
my fingers trace your nerves
pattern of swirling war pant
the scars from pulling marking
passage of flames and breath

can't compare your taste
to chocolate can't
compare your taste to flowers
there is nothing before worthy
nothing to describe pleasure
not sweet not sour not bitter not salt not umami
you taste of the absence of taste

if I sound obsessed it is because I am
obsessed with the sound of you the
way you play upon my lips
you vibrate inside me you shake
around me a drum slowly beating
crooning "row row row" while you
skip at the cool air I blow over you

this is about love
the way it can grow in a moment
a moment grows to a year or more
this is about love
our love will make pulling apart worse
the pain a testament to our pleasure


Thank you for reading what has become a very important poem to me. Before ending this post I would like to add that I placed a forspring link on the right side of the page under "contact" and I would love to answer questions there whenever you have them.
 

9 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing this (again) in context with the the inspiration and evolution of the poem.

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  2. I wish more people adopted "What are the going to do to me?" as a motto. Examining our worst fears and constraints leads to freedom.

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  3. RedPhillip,

    I'm always happy to share my poetry and to give it a bit of a back-story. Thanks for reading.

    -Ace

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  4. Rob,

    I agree. Plus, I think that too many people get caught up worrying about how others will perceive their actions and don't focus on what their actions mean to them.

    -Ace

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  5. Ace, love part two a lot my friend and i love rading your poem again. You capture each moment of that night in it. I didn't had a big boner but i had tears in my eyes again today. Thank you for sharing one of your most precious moment with one greatest man that we both call friend.

    Yves

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  6. Yves,

    Thank you for your comment and your emotion. I appreciate them both.

    -Ace

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  7. The way you write is amazing. I could really picture the 2 of you. I can't wait to meet both of you, I've wanted to meet Rob for a long time, now you are both men I would love to meet. This poem is very touching. Quite often the best emotional combinations contain both some pain & pleasure. After all, how can you know pleasure without having known pain?

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  8. slaveboy johnny,

    Pain and pleasure, like light and dark, are two sides of the same coin, and as such often mix, sometimes to a great result. I love exploring that result.

    -Ace

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