cocoon
My heart was pounding so hard against my chest that I wondered if he could hear it. My loins were screaming; beckoning him near. I laid next to him in the dark watching his body rise as he inhaled. His breathing was calm with confidence and I knew he was more experienced than I with this sort of thing. The flirtatious gestures I was used to seemed too immature to try on a man like him. Someone with his experience wouldn't be tempted by the playful tickeling and teasing from some "just a kid" like me. Oh, what a man he was. If I could just touch him. A gorgeous man. If I could just kiss him. Such a man. I was burning for him.
His body was crafted from the stars in heaven. His lips were petals plucked from a rose. His face was carved so precisely. You couldn't paint a man more beautiful than he. He wore his boxer shorts low on his waist and he laid on his back with one arm to his side, and the other behind his head. Then he spoke. "You seem nervous." He must have heard the elephants stampeding through my head. I could imagine my clamorous, fragmented thoughts broadcasting from my ears. I must have been so obvious. How childish of me.
He was respectful of my body so not to trespass and he waited for me to invite his approach. He entered me peacefully so not to disturb my spirit. I didn't stir. I didn't struggle. His touch was tactful and electric. His eyes dove into mine as he hid inside me. Burrowed. Tightly. He grabbed my soul from the inside out and embraced it passionately. He studied my torso as if his name were tattooed across my chest. I let out a moan as he leaned into me, biting into the ripe flesh of my neck. He opened his mouth and searched for words to grasp onto like he need to say I love you or You're beautiful. I pressed the words back to his lips with my index finger.
"Please, don't wake up your ego." I whispered.
He clenched the sheets in his fists. Horizontal with me. My vision became glossy and I felt him completely surround me as our breathing accelerated. He surrendered inside me and exposed a white flag across my stomach. He rested for a moment with his body pressed closely to mine. I teased the curves of his body gingerly, hoping to create a stencil of his form in my mind to fantasize about on a more lonely night some other time. He handed me my underwear as I sat up to light a cigarette.
cocoon//bjork
who would have known
that a boy like him
would have entered me lightly
restoring my blisses
who would have known
that a boy like him
after sharing my core
would stay going nowhere
who would have known
a beauty this immense
who would have known
a saintly trance
who would have known
miraculous breath
to inhale a beard
loaded with courage
who would have known
that a boy like him
possessed of magical
sensitivity
would approach a boy like me
who caresses, cradles his head
in a bosom
he slides inside
half awake, half asleep
we faint back
into sleephood
when i wake up
the second time
in his arms
gorgeousness
he's still inside me
a train of pearls
cabin by cabin
is shot precisely
across an ocean
from a mouth
of a boy like me
to a boy.
His body was crafted from the stars in heaven. His lips were petals plucked from a rose. His face was carved so precisely. You couldn't paint a man more beautiful than he. He wore his boxer shorts low on his waist and he laid on his back with one arm to his side, and the other behind his head. Then he spoke. "You seem nervous." He must have heard the elephants stampeding through my head. I could imagine my clamorous, fragmented thoughts broadcasting from my ears. I must have been so obvious. How childish of me.
He was respectful of my body so not to trespass and he waited for me to invite his approach. He entered me peacefully so not to disturb my spirit. I didn't stir. I didn't struggle. His touch was tactful and electric. His eyes dove into mine as he hid inside me. Burrowed. Tightly. He grabbed my soul from the inside out and embraced it passionately. He studied my torso as if his name were tattooed across my chest. I let out a moan as he leaned into me, biting into the ripe flesh of my neck. He opened his mouth and searched for words to grasp onto like he need to say I love you or You're beautiful. I pressed the words back to his lips with my index finger.
"Please, don't wake up your ego." I whispered.
He clenched the sheets in his fists. Horizontal with me. My vision became glossy and I felt him completely surround me as our breathing accelerated. He surrendered inside me and exposed a white flag across my stomach. He rested for a moment with his body pressed closely to mine. I teased the curves of his body gingerly, hoping to create a stencil of his form in my mind to fantasize about on a more lonely night some other time. He handed me my underwear as I sat up to light a cigarette.
cocoon//bjork
who would have known
that a boy like him
would have entered me lightly
restoring my blisses
who would have known
that a boy like him
after sharing my core
would stay going nowhere
who would have known
a beauty this immense
who would have known
a saintly trance
who would have known
miraculous breath
to inhale a beard
loaded with courage
who would have known
that a boy like him
possessed of magical
sensitivity
would approach a boy like me
who caresses, cradles his head
in a bosom
he slides inside
half awake, half asleep
we faint back
into sleephood
when i wake up
the second time
in his arms
gorgeousness
he's still inside me
a train of pearls
cabin by cabin
is shot precisely
across an ocean
from a mouth
of a boy like me
to a boy.