- Erotic Poetry
- Sinful Secrets of the WaWa Jealousy
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Starry night, the campfire light.
I feel his lips on mine, making me sing
But his heart is for another
The ugly whore beside me
I could be lusted after too.
Just sit in the damn chair, bitch!
Foreshadowing, flickering light.
I make him real, larger than life.
He snubs me for her.
Muffled I am unable to beat borne flesh.
Is it endearing? Is it love?
Dancing is merely a clothed representation of fucking anyway.
The stand-up comic knows.
Stars pinwheel, eyes of dismay.
Fuck, she's a rag doll.
This is love's true face?
Is man's love rape in this shit-stained world?
Is that the height of human imagination?
She's on all fours as I sing, drowning her out.
Like most of mankind even knows what the fuck love is.
You know what? Fuck you all.
Fade to black.
- COMMENTS
AppleBiterover 18 years agoI loved it. I can't count the number of times I felt that way in years past. Thank you for sharing.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoBald truth. Unabashed feeling...raw. I loved it. Off to read the others...you've quite captured my attention.
tolykalmost 19 years agoDid you write it from a woman's viewpoint ? Or a gay man's? I'm a bit fuzzy on that part :P Beyond that, good work.
