eriedragon4 58M
2737 posts
9/1/2006 11:20 pm

Last Read:
9/3/2006 1:09 am


she dosen't want to love him.

No, she wants to feel his warm wrinkles
smooth out in her mouth, and
his gently swaying balls
bouncing limply on her lips,
then coming to rest on them
like a trivet.

she wants to rub her finger across
the tiny fleshy beads of the head,
her nails turning the red one white,
if only for a second or two.

she thinks about watching tv while
sliding her thumb across it, idly,
breaking his concentration on the game.
Trying to stay cool, yes herself,
and she dosen't want him to know
about the itch inside her shorts
until she grabs his hand and slides it there.

she could even kiss him, dispassionately,
forgetting for the moment who he was,
only a faceless mouth and tongue and teeth,
the one from last Tuesday's waking dream.
she's fried from drinking Rum & Coke and
talking to herself about that.

But she doesn't want to love him,
'cause the last time she did that,
she got fucked, and
she hates to get fucked.
but adores to be adored,
and loves to be made love to !

Whispersoftly5 53F
15176 posts
9/2/2006 1:12 pm

This is so sad and lonely a poem.

Even so it captures feelings I could relate to - at least at one time.

Very powerful sweetie.


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