This Love is Not a Booby Trap

This Love is not a Booby trap,

Dont run.

Step, no, not backward, forward.

Don't run.

This love is not a booby trap.

Stop, no, not your heartbeat.

Let that one beat on, let it pulse to the rhythm of my touch, my fingers as they tiptoe through your belly button, contours, thighs, hips...

Come with me, take this tour,

Let that estrogen flow... as these fingers tiptoe stealthily to part those two thick hips barring the promised land, those wet lips...

Let it drip, soak it, as we exchange liquids on our upper lips...

Let it beat louder, as our chests touch,

Let it, let those pecky rounded boobs pump, let them kick!

Now,

slowly,

stop,

rest...

Tie this love to your heart, while I give you a thousand kisses on your back as you lie face down..let it be the button that unlocks and seals your desires.

I know you feel it,

Let that heat out, as I pass my oiled palms like a rickety car, slowly on those fine rounded heaps behind you...

Let it burn, give it time,

Let it become that wildfire that services your cervixes

This love is not a booby trap...

Give it passage,

Let it pass through private paths to your soul and dig out the wounds, the sores...

Come...

Let me show you peace and selfless existence as you have never known it.

Forget these eye services,

They are eyesores,

I know what you have seen,

Yeah, me too, I saw...

Come with me,

Let me take you to a better scene,

Where love is pure, simple and true.

Scary right?

I know,

I have been there,

Where life becomes so unsure, so uncertain,

And all we give in, gives up, drips off as soon as they get wet, soaked like Lipton.

I know,

I have been there...

But don't say no...

This love is not a booby Trap,

I know what it looks like,

Come on,

Pause, but don't look back,

Don't listen to those barks from your last,

Take my hand,

And together, let us bind and cast,

All semblances to your past...

Let me be your exorcist

Tossing out all dirt and filth,

Let me make it simple,

This is no math equation, don't go finding x.

X failed you, I know...

I cannot tell you why...

But let's not fail ourselves,

Live here, that childhood, you never had,

Jump, dance, play...

Jump, dance, play.

This is not a booby trap,

It is no reminisce of your dad,

Who told you merry tales of fairy days only to jump ship when mama needed him most and leave you both wrecked...

Broken with deep-seated injuries of abandonment, of his recklessness...

This love is nothing close to that,

Nothing close to your friendships, shattered, broken, lost.

This is something from my abyss,

New.

Come,

Yes,

Forward,

I know you are scared, I am too..

My booby traps are behind me,

Yours should be too,

So let's follow this magic, come closer...

This love is not a booby trap,

Take my hand,

Thrust me,

Trust,

Don't stop,

Easy, slow...halt...

now that we have past that halt,

Come, fast, faster, let it all out...

Don't stop,

Cum,

Rest, here, yes, on my shoulder,

This one, this love is not a booby trap.

Don't run.

© Ephraim Emmanuel (Steward of Words)

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