The Gift


She lies beneath him

breath staccato

eyes closed

legs trembling

Bathed in sweat

and the sweet


of being fucked


His ego would like him to think

that this is all him

That this is

his gift to her

That when every muscle


and every synapse

illuminated with


that it was his hands

and mouth

and cock

in all it’s supreme glory

that is responsible

for bringing her

to this sacred place

then he realizes

as she gazes up at him

a knowing smile on her face

that it is her submission

her relinquishing

of power

if only for a time

that was her gift

to him


~ by Jacque on March 1, 2011.

8 Responses to “The Gift”

  1. Oh wow. There are no words to describe how much I love this poem.

  2. Thank you Athena, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Nice comments like this always make it worthwhile 😉

  3. Very powerful and insightful.

  4. I usually avoid erotic poetry sites. This one is different. You can write.

  5. […] “The Gift” by Jacque Zyon (Erotic Poetry) 3/1/11 As with so much of Jacque‘s poetry, I find this simply […]

  6. Much appreciated that you included me in your recommended reading Emerald! Thanks for the beautiful comment 🙂

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