Child's Play

My stomach is churning, the 
Butterflies have formed a rebellion. 
Invited, I drive to his house, 
Although I hold no interest in his proposal of romance, 
Nor the mere company he promises will 
Kindle that of which he desires in me. 
My only incentive hidden in the back of my 
Mind, afraid to leave its safe obscurity.  
Still, my fluttering heart is no testament to my apathy. 

I arrive at his house, and when I enter, 
Leave something behind. 
He is nervous and keen -- my heart thaws. 
I am guided upstairs, 
Each step mocking me because 
They can see through my cool indifference, 
They see me wide-eyed and afraid, 
Like a child. 
The atmosphere is serene and patient, 
Anticipating the event it will hold. 
We settle on the couch,
I place myself at a distance from his aspirations, and
There is a silence that welcomes my ambitions.  
He looks at me, and I wait for his question. 
I accept nonchalantly, of course. 

My blood boils in my veins now, I feel
Suspense build into raging fire, 
The same that now gives life to the beast. 
An earthy fragrance, strong and rude, 
Slithers to my feet and wraps around my 
Body, claiming me for a ride. 
He extends his hand, another invitation I accept. 
The cloud is reflected in the green-speckled irises of my 
Anxious eyes.  
I am mesmerized all too easily, 
Like a child. 
At the first knock, I widen the door, 
Letting the animal in. 

A swirling storm penetrates every living cell inside me.  
A strong thirst captures my attention. 
I dream of the ocean, diving into 
Its depths, unafraid to drown. 
A look from the wall to door takes a century, 
Laughter escapes my lips, 
Like a child. 
As I move back to the leather couch,
It melts to butter and I sink into its warm arms, 
Now a blissful prisoner. 
My body comes alive, I can hear its slow
Breathing and humming of its mechanisms. 
Every neuron that flows through me
Notices me, and I them.
Every twitch of my leg and 
Flutter of my eyelid is a remarkable experience. 

My heart becomes a roaring engine, 
And surges forward at 100 miles per hour. 
I try to catch it, but am left in its dust. 
Beside me, he lurches past and 
Grabs it with two strong hands. 
He proudly returns the rumbling machine, 
Although he could have kept it.

Reviews

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

It's pretty unique. It's erotic, yes, but it's also not overly sexual either, and that's something hard to achieve. It's playful in a romantic way as well. Hell, it's just playful, and I think the title really helps to deliver this piece's true nature.

[Madeline]

I appreciate it, thanks for getting the playful nature! I was trying to show that and you understood it. Because it's true, for me this really isn't a sexual piece, at all actually. It's meant to be interpreted as you wish, but it's originally about an experience with a boyfriend. We did K2, and he wanted more but nothing happened. The descriptions are actually about how I felt on the drug. Anyways, thank for reviewing, glad you enjoyed it!

[Jennie Baron]

Yes, a poem that's erotic but not overtly sexual. Very appealing, and you've painted a vivid picture of desire here. Awesome!

[Sectando]

this poem was engrossing and erotic yet with hardly any direct sexual reference. a great read.

[Madeline]

Glad you enjoyed it:)

[Rob Santana]

Awesome imagery. Enjoyed reading this piece.

[Mark D]

Absolutely love the last stanza! Amazing last line.