A Series of Poems: Reflections of One's Self

by GlossyTippers

These poems are just gathered by me. Not all are by me but I have the author's stage name with the title. Some are by me...these poems include day to day problems, rare problems, giddy, funny, comical, etc. poems. A wide variety. Mild cursing

5. Gemineye Penny for Your Thoughts

Penny for Your Thoughts

By Gemineye

Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?

As a matter of fact, how about 3?

1 penny for you,

1 penny for me,

And 1 penny for our minds engaged.

Not so sexually, getting intimately closer as we approach the climactic altitude of nude, mental, sensational conversation.

Cause I'm tryin to get to know everything about you from the neck up.

So, these are not your typical sexual, poetical pros.

I'm tryna close the door on an all too familiar freaky four-play games, which with most people have chose to approach you.

While they're trying to get deeply embedded in the fine fibers of your bed sheets. Im trying to find and define the fibers with which your mind speaks.

I want to engage you.

I want to engage you by putting a 2-carat solitaire diamond on your mind and marrying your every thought.

I want to lift every inch of every crevice so I can get an oral fix to every orifice of every taste of your passionate imagination.

I'd rather be naked and exposed, holding you as we're lying and you're fine while describing the tough times you had in life and how you don't know if you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody's wife.

I want to feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms as they lead me towards your warm wet waterfalls of feminine thoughts.

And I'll swim within them with backstrokes to breathe strokes as I'm penetrating your every entrance to your mind.

Taking my time to find out everything about you.

Did I ever tell you how you fell asleep in my presence and your mere essence kept me up for hours as I cowered with this feeling of a sexually adulterated mental connection?

As you laid by my side, I pushed my blinds aside and took the time in the moonlight that night to count 72 eyelashes of the upper eyelid of your right eye.

Because as you sleep, they remain open, slightly.

And while we probably moved too quickly into some sexual stuff I always cared more about the explicitly elicit ness that came from between your lips meaning your voice.

So now I'm standing here ready to trade in all the sexual acts we performed for the chance to reform the very foundation and basis of our relationships.

As I re-enter with my opening statement and I offer you another penny for your thoughts.