Jacob Johnson

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My lover, my paramour... my whore. Not a whore. A gentleman who performs a service. A much-needed service.
What he gives cannot be whittled down to pecuniary worth. Oh, he is compensated for his services. But that's really beside the point-- the service is invaluable.
Love, physical love, firm love, forceful love. Ah, incalculable.
Gave me what I wanted, what I craved, what I needed. Filled my head with... blissful, cloud-like satisfaction.
All night long.
And in the morning, when he left to pursue his own love, I thanked him for his gift. His ability to give. His capacity to fulfill. And fulfill he did, as no one else had been able to.
I hope he finds his way back one day... he knows he'll be welcome. A giver always appreciates the appreciation of his gift.
Ah, Jacob Johnson. A lover. A man. And last night, mine.

* * * * *

*Fuck yeah* *Just like that* *Oh God, right there*
... All night long.
As many times as I wanted. As many times as I needed. Taking me places I'd seen from a distance and yet never been. Holding my hand gently, caressingly.
All the while pounding me away to blissful, tantric oblivion.
A gift from God. The power of a man.

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t0m0rr0wNeverEndst0m0rr0wNeverEndsabout 13 years agoAuthor
RE: twelveoone

I appreciate your comments, twelveoone.

I wrote this without thinking of form or function. I submitted this into the poetry category because poetry is the only medium that doesn't demand or dictate form or function.

Also, I appreciate that you didn't vote. But I didn't submit this for approval or critique. I submitted it to share it. It made me happy to read what I'd written, so I wanted to put it out to the world in the chance that someone else might enjoy it or appreciate it.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
Why?

the fourth one down. You just got unlucky. Maybe. A series of questions?

Why do you consider this poetry?

Why was it submitted over here?

How much poetry have you read?

Lastly, do you want to learn?

I did not vote, BTW. I did not see any elements that constitute "poetic" elements, I did see the "threes"

"physical love, firm love, forceful love."

but that is a "writing" technique.

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