Remember at dinner,
I told you dinner wouldn’t be the only thing I eat?
You stared in my eyes and smirked,
We held hands, you rubbed down my leg and whispered
how bad you needed me.
This story?
It’s about to turn raunchy… nasty…
full porn-star energy in this grand finale
you’ve been begging for.
But before we get here,
rewind…
Back to where you first learned
what my mouth was capable of.
Pt 1.. when you found out
I don’t talk nasty,
I live nasty.
When I kissed your thighs slow,
and you folded like fresh laundry
right in my palms.
Pt 2..
when you tried to act innocent,
but kept repositioning yourself closer
like your body was praying for my tongue
more than you prayed for sleep.
Pt 3..
the night you told me
you’ve never been loved like that…
and I told you,
“I ain’t even start yet.”
Pt 4.. Wicked…
when you became that beautiful demon
that stole my soul with eye contact
and a trembling moan
that made the walls lean in to listen.
Now here we are… Pt 5.
The Finale.
The night everything you imagined
finally came true.
At dinner,
I leaned back and said,
“I’m gonna eat my way to your heart tonight.”
You laughed…
until my hand slid under that restaurant table,
finding your heat,
finding that pressure you been holding in for so long.
You gripped my arm tight,
bit your lip,
released a soft moan
that only the candle between us heard.
I tasted my fingers,
swished your juices across my tongue
like I was sampling a vintage wine,
then kissed you slow
so you could taste what you do to me.
We sat across from each other
pretending dinner was the priority,
but you knew
and I knew
the real meal was waiting for me
between your legs.
The night was already written.
We left the restaurant,
your eyes telling on your body,
your body telling on your mind.
Flirting all the way to the Sprinter,
where you slid your hand between my legs
before I could even close the door.
Kissing me with your whole soul,
your tongue teasing promises
your body planned to deliver.
By the time we reached my condo,
your lips were swollen,
your breathing uneven.
In the elevator,
you stroked me up and down,
still kissing me like you wanted to swallow my thoughts.
We got off on my floor,
held hands,
walked in the door
and you immediately submitted
like your knees remembered me
better than your mind did.
I carried you to the couch.
Your panties were gone
before gravity even caught up.
You climbed on my lap,
kissed me like you wanted ownership,
and I kissed down your body
like I wanted land rights
to every inch of you.
Tongue on your nipples…
your head fell back.
Tongue between your thighs…
your soul left your body.
I ate you like I promised,
slow at first,
then deeper,
then with that rhythm you can’t mimic,
that had the neighbors tuned in
like I was premiering a new series.
You grabbed my head,
moaning,
shaking,
losing yourself…
and that’s when I knew,
it was time to put on a show.
“Gag for me, baby.”
Position: your knees.
Tongue out.
Pretty eyes up.
That gawk-gawk rhythm
echoing off my walls
like applause.
Your reflexes?
Legendary.
Watering.
Devoted.
Desperate.
I lifted you up,
tasted you again,
just because I could.
Then I sat back.
“Ride me,”
I told you.
And you did…
like you were made for it.
Like my lap was your personal amusement park.
You poured.
You shook.
You screamed my name so raw
my neighbors probably learned how to spell it.
I pulled you up,
flipped you over,
and right when you arched that back,
right when your body begged without words,
that’s where this ends…
because what happens next?
You’ll need to read it in Pt 5.2 — “TGSIEH.”
The Greatest Sex I’ve Ever Had
Stay tuned.
It only gets nastier.
You are an amazing writer, I visualize as I read. Seeing this play out is just amazing.
Always enjoy your poetry, it never declines. Just get more and more intriguing.
WOW ! Just f’n WOW
Just catching up, didn’t know pat 4 existed, oh my lord. You make me want to talk back to these poems.
Came from a church friend posts and I love it here, am I supposed to love it here? 😂
Pt. 5 and somehow it keeps getting deeper. Wasn’t expecting 5.2 and that title to follow it makes me wonder what does that feels like?
The quiet ones are always on 😈 time, I just know by how you wrote what time it is.
Our group chat goes up when this hit, you cannot have us at work visualizing this shit, it’s unfair.
The way this hits without saying too much is crazy.
I was today years old when I found out we can comment. Please publish 5.2
“when you found out
I don’t talk nasty,
I live nasty.”
Sir we figured this out months ago, you definitely living this shit
What!!!!!? Did you just make me grab my on neck and think about this? You are dangerous.
Position: your knees.
Tongue out.
Pretty eyes up.
That gawk-gawk rhythm
You really putting in work with this series, I’ve been intrigued.
This man talks to souls first… bodies follow 😮🔥
You reminded the poem? Are you giving flashbacks? Or trying to?
Again, you know why we here and you delivered again. 👏🏾👏🏾
I’m not even sure how this reached South Africa hey, your creativity is next level. I can literally see the scenes playing out in my mind.
How are these thoughts in your head? My gosh you’re a visionary or you really living this.
Wow. I still remember our college days, sitting at the townhouse, watching you write at 18 or 19. Seeing your growth now is amazing, even if it brings a few flashbacks 🫢. It’s been 23/24 years, Mr. Duhon… can’t believe I’m actually commenting publicly 🤷♀️ but here we are. We miss you 😘
Guy.. Guy.. Guy! Did I never knew you were a writer, I actually googled you and your page popped up. Sarah from Oceanside, I’m so amazed right now. Congratulations 🎉