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Click hereWhen sex with her
has amounted to a loose vagrancy:
there is a woman fellating
a man fully clothed
holding an umbrella above his head.
He is reading the paper. It may be Sunday.
He is thinking about going out for a Danish,
or walking the dog, or mowing the lawn.
There is a woman caught between two men
at either end.
They make use of the flat of her back
to take of tea and toast. They discuss
the consistency of the red current jelly.
There is a woman
mounted on his lap
while he fingers the remote and flips the channel.
It may be baseball season
or the fall of the double entendre. Or
he may be simply bored
of the homeless.
Your vivid imagination betrays your abstinence or at least your frustration with your love life. Is it circumstance or choice? Whatever, stay celibate and keep writing these poems. ;-)
Quirky, interesting poem, Ms. L. I'm not sure I understand the reference of the title, but the poem itself is pretty funny. I think. Hope. Hope you thought you were being funny. Maybe you were being sad, in which case I would feel bad and stupid. Whatever.
This line: "It may be baseball season / or the fall of the double entendre" is completely brilliant.
You remain, of course, my favorite poet. 'Cuz of interesting things like this.