- Erotic Poetry
- Wine with the Girls
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Click hereAppalled by my sleaziness,
my girlfriends avert their eyes
as I scratch cum off my dress -
a remnant of decadence.
As a libertine I say,
"I use him, he uses me."
"But what about love?" they ask.
"I don't believe in true love.
(A bold reply, but a lie.)
I've tried it, but I can't be
someone's indentured lover."
That gets their hackles up. They
ask, "What of your self-esteem?"
"I have no problem with mine.
(One more lie, but I go on....)
I'm not punishing myself.
I don't wear a tiara
and pose waiting to be wooed.
I slink around, catch men's eyes,
then do them in dark corners.
I like it crude and nasty."
(Ah, now some truth emerges.)
"Oh my," tut-tuts one good friend,
"Oh yes," murmurs another.
With censorious envy
they glare as I sip my wine.
I defy them by leaving
my lips wet and parted, like
I'm hungry for man-candy,
(and brace for renewed assaults).
But, they give up the fight; and,
despite cracks in my ramparts,
the hot siege lifts in their hearts.
Chat turns to the latest arts.
- COMMENTS
fridayamabout 14 years agofrom the poetic ramparts of slutdom. I am in awe, sandy, seriously.
Esperanza_Hidalgoabout 14 years agowhy i like this ima total lez. But i did. I think it is the image of tha line "I scratch cum off my dress." Hate to say it but been there done that.
