
Law 24: Play the Perfect Courtier
Smooth
he says
you’re so smooth
as his runs his hands along stomach
I think
my belly isn’t flat enough
he says
you’re skin is so soft
so smooth
he is kissing me between his words
he turns me onto to my stomach
stroking my back
I can’t get over how smooth you are
how soft you are
he cups my ass cheeks
squeezes and parts them
I love your ass
firm and smooth
I’m not sure what to say
I don’t want to stop the flow of his words
the flow of his hands
I have been touching him too
he isn’t as smooth as I am
each time I start to reply
he kisses me
let me enjoy you
he says
I can’t tell you are enjoying me
you like my touch
yes I say
I love your ass he say
smooth firm
white
it is so white I bet it glows like the moon
it glows when you touch me
I say
he laughs a little
I can’t say
your skin is so black
it would feel weird
not that I am colour blind
but that isn’t what attracts me to him
it is his fascination for my skin
I never expected to be so fetishized
so sexualized
because of my skin color
because of my smoothness
I don’t see a reason
to turn this into a discussion
about race
I like to fuck white ass
he says
as he lubes my hole
I know
I tell him
you’ve told me that before
he slowly enters me
you like my black cock
you like it in you
yes I answer
you have a wonderful cock
I don’t tell him
it would be a wonderful cock in any color
I don’t tell him
how little I usually like getting fucked
I let him
I invite him
because his tells me
you skin is so amazing
a miracle
I love your ass
while he’s fucking me
I choose to believe him
This piece Law 24 springs from my real life – yes this is one of those autobiographic confessional pieces that people seem to consider ‘authentic’ poetry – only my confession isn’t all that emotionally demanding or deep – much like me 🙂 The notion of perfect courtier easily became what we say to get what we want.
In this case it was a guy I was seeing for a while & our interaction was pretty much as described here. I met him on a gay site – his ‘handle’ was blacktop4U. I clicked then moved on – I figured he was too young & too hung to be interested in me. But on many sites one can see who clicked on your profile & so he contacted me.
He was ultra eager but only interested in one thing – fucking. I invited him over. We met several times after that first encounter & then it ended – knowing too much & not enough at the same time. He was open about his immigrant experience – in particular his distain for other blacks who lacked his ‘class.’ I got bored of his racist biases & ended things. A nice package but to keep my interest I need the whole package not just one part of it. Unlike the poem I never did believe he cared for me as a person but as an ass to fuck. Caring for me as a person is part of the whole package.
He also refused to give me his phone # or even an email address in order to protect himself from identity theft. So we could only get in tough with each other if we both on line, on site, at the same time. His name changed from Rob to Ron to no name. What I call red flags. This was taking NSA too far.
This piece went through several revisions and title changes from the above first version. It is one of the laws that I’ve performed & it is in my chap book After The Falling.
This is the published version:
Man In The Moon
he says
you’re so smooth
he runs his hands
along my stomach
I think
my belly isn’t flat enough
he says
your skin is so soft
so smooth
he is kissing me between his words
he turns me onto to my stomach
stroking my back
I can’t get over how smooth you are
how soft you are
he cups my ass cheeks
squeezes and parts them
I love your ass
firm and smooth
I’m not sure what to say
I don’t want to stop
the flow of his words
the flow of his hands
I have been touching him too
he isn’t as smooth as I am
each time I start to reply
he kisses me
let me enjoy you
he says
I can tell you are enjoying me
you like my touch
yes I say
I love your ass he says
smooth firm warm
ivory heated by afternoon sun
it is so white I bet it glows
like the moon
it glows when you touch me
I say
he laughs a little
I like to be
the man in your moon
I can’t say
your skin is so black
it would feel weird
not that I am colour blind
but that isn’t what attracts me to him
it is his fascination for my skin
I never expected to be so fetishized
so sexualized
because of my skin colour
because of my smoothness
I don’t see a reason
to turn this into a discussion
about race
I like to fuck white ass
he says
as he lubes me
I know
I tell him
you’ve told me that before
he slowly enters me
you like my black cock
you like it in you
yes I answer
you have a wonderful cock
I don’t tell him
it would be a wonderful cock in any color
I don’t tell him
how little I usually like getting fucked
I let him
I invite him
because he tells me
you skin is so amazing
a miracle
I love your ass
while he’s fucking me
I choose to believe him
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