Layla; Part I (Dreamed I was dreaming of you. Time lost in various positions.)

JohnThomas

 

Oh Layla, my Layla 
What do you do to me?
How come I hear you shrieking 
with your eyes
"Come to me, oh come to me"
Yet your lips say no such words.
Only silence.

 

I sit listening to the record spin. It's
stuck at the end and all I hear is
Wump wump, wump wump, in 
endless cycle. It's stuck.
Yet I listen. It's mesmerizing.
Wump wump, wump wump, wump wump..... 
I stare at it. Lost. Waiting for a monstrous arm to reach out and grab me and pull me into endless spinning blackness.
Wump wump, wump wump, wump wump.

 

Oh Layla. I awake and my head is resting in your lap. We are on a train. 
And I hear that sound still.
Wump wump, wump wump, wump wump..... 
You caress my forehead. Your delicate fingers.

 

I sit up and see coastline as we speed on. Huts and beaches. And trees. And birds swarming carcasses of the fallen whale. Beached.

 

I slide to the floor and look up at you. You smile. You smile that soft angelic pout.

"hai sognato . Ora ti svegli. Mi sei mancato"

you say to me in a whispered tone I can barely make out over the sounds of the train in motion.

I see you. I burn for you. I desire you completely. Your stretched out along the couch. You're head propped up on a pillow made up of your back pack. Out spills gum, a copy of Tristessa, some chocolate pieces.
I pick your feet up and rest them on my lap as I sit down. I begin to kiss them, Softly. You smile. I suck on your toes. I caress each toe with my tongue. Your eyes roll back, you moan, you groan, you madly finger yourself. I lay on you and smother you with my lost soul and desperate kisses and longing finally let out of its cage. I need you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts. With each kiss my soul cries out in anguish and joy and rapture. Oh, Christ I need you. Please. Please. Please. Oh, if only you knew how good it feels. How good you feel. Oh, my love. My Layla. My heart and soul and sweat and blood and tears and life are yours. Whatever happens. Whatever you wish to happen. I am yours and will accept your decision. Love me, kiss me, kill me, hate me, bury your nails into my heart, it doesn't matter.

 

You look into my eyes. They smile at me. Wonderful, they say. You trace you're nails up and down my chest. Oh god. It feels so good. We switch sides. You lay on top of me. And you tease me and I forget the world. 
My world lays on top of me. My world grinds up against me. All we need is this cabin. They'll have to throw us off the train first. It's ours.

 

The night absorbs the waning daylight. We still love each other as starlight illuminates the car. I hold you close. We melt into each other. Our souls mix on an atomic level. It's what I've always wanted. I breath in your hair. It smells of life, of endless possibilities, of cherry blossoms.

 

We sleep, holding each other. Oh, my Layla. Even in the dream I feel you. 
I take your hand and kiss it and look deep into those eyes, pools of longing and youth,

"I spill my heart and my guts for you.
Mine is a hunger I cannot obey.
You are the feast I have starved for, you're lips pour the wine of eternity.
Let me drink, let me feast or I shall forever suffer with drought and starvation. 
And my guts and heart shall shrivel up and rot. But if it be your will, then Madame, I shall with a smile obey."

You cry crystal tears that roll down porcelain cheeks. I try to catch them in my mouth. You kiss me. Hard. Long. Deep. As if any one kiss could be our last.

"Dobbiamo andare. Dobbiamo. Questo non può essere la nostra casa"

It's a nice layover in interzone, but it cannot be permanent. We must move on to whatever is next. We ready out bags. We travel light. Only what can be carried.

 

Before we exit the car, you kiss me again. Long, hard, deep. Like you are stopping something from getting out. You give me a wink. And whisper

"comune. vecchio uomo. Ora dobbiamo andare , come sempre , sulla strada."

 

 

  • Author: John Thomas (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2016 00:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part 1 of my Layla Trilogy. Inspired by unrequited love and the Derek and The Dominos album and song of the same name. And also the old eastern tale of Layla and Majnun.\r\n\r\n
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 62
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  • lysistrata

    Teddy,
    1. Revise JOHN UPDIKE or Philip Roth?!
    2. Change title into:

    "Lay,Layla...Lay" or
    "The adventures of Layla in Layland"

    • JohnThomas

      I like the way you think.
      I must admit I had a hard time with titles for all three parts of the trilogy. I settled on what it is now... But alas it never sat 100%.

      Aside from title confusion, what did you think?
      I'm not fishing for compliments, just genuinely curious about how folks will react to this one. I like it a lot.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks JOHN you have injected a bit of Italian Spice into MPS ~ so sensuous. "You dreamed now you are awake I missed you ! We must go this may not be our home. The Old Town now as always back on the road again !" I have made love to an Italian Girl (ANNA) it's not what they say it's how they say it. Also thay have a special quality as lovers ! You hint at it in your beautiful poem ! Such kissable lips ~ such open petals ~ such deep deep eyes ~ such yielding bodies ~ why can't they all be Neopolitan Girls ? Grazie per la condivisione del tuo poesia d'amore ~ Tuo Amico BRIAN

      • JohnThomas

        Grazie Brian!
        This one is special to me. I will post the 2nd and 3rd parts over the next few days. Written over 3 days fuled by desire and Canadian Club.
        The Italian is deliberate, not just random.
        I'm very happy you enjoyed it. It's one that I was not sure how people would react to, due to its, steamy quality.

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Well JOHN it is more erotic and sexplicit than most but because you tagged it 18+ it is acceptable. I don't know if there is word filter on MPS for unacceptable words like PUSSY (difficult but I like poems about CATS !) there does not seem to be. If one chooses one vocabulary (there are under 16's on this site) one can be erotic but not offensive. I loved the image of LAYLA (nice name !) self-pleasuring very erotic. I trust you are relieved bu our feedback @ look forward to scens 2 & 3 ~ Arrivaderci ~ BRIAN

          • JohnThomas

            Brian,

            Yeah. It was more erotic than I usually do. The next two are more restrained, not because of reason in particular, just because of how the poem flowed.

            Thanks for the feed back and I hope you will enjoy the next one too.

          • Tony36

            Great write, can't wait to read the rest

            • JohnThomas

              Tony,

              Thanks buddy! Its a special one for me, this trilogy. I'm glad you liked it.

              • Tony36

                Welcome

              • lysistrata

                Teddy,

                I am pretty certain that your Writing has the potential to be shortlisted for the BAD SEX in FICTION AWARD... I too have written a sex scene with a Man Booker,whose relation with Sex is "O" Level......👎👎👎👎👎😱

                • JohnThomas

                  Ha! I knew I was bound to win some kind of award in my life.

                  Thanks for the feedback 😎

                • Mads

                  I love this. It has great imagery, I could picture it all!

                  • JohnThomas

                    Thank you! I'm glad you liked it 😎



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