By Joyline Maenzanise
You constantly prove yourself to be a valued sidekick.
Our relationship is an opiate I have no desire to kick.
Even if some, for varied reasons, may view it as adulterated or sick.
When I could do with some sexual healing
And the blood in my veins is seething.
When I am ravaged by thoughts of another being
And fantasies increasingly stoke my craving.
When I need to understand what arouses my body
Or during those times when the black dog visits and I am moody.
When, by the murkiness of current circumstances, I am distracted
And my jittery self needs to be placated.
When I am lonely and yearn for your company.
When I miss the euphoric aftermath of our encounter.
You come to my rescue, though for a moment, amply brief.
Tenderly, you assuage my grief.
You take me on a delightful ride,
Languorously at first, increasing tempo with each stride.
In ecstasy, my eyes narrow in half-mast
As you make mincemeat of my need or lust.
You blow me apart with your bold and sensuous caresses.
I have mastered the art of keeping your company for a little while longer.
Even as your urge to be on your way becomes stronger.
Finally, unable to delay the inevitable,
I surrender to a shattering climax, suppressing a sigh so easily audible.
How I wish our moments together would linger,
Intimate moments with my middle finger.
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