- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Nightmare
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A sweet evening on a comfy couch,
listening to the gentle melody
of dishes from the kitchen.
Full and happy,
hard and horny.
In a few moments, she
will come with soft cushiony
warmness I long to embrace;
she longs for my softness and hardness, too.
Dinner still lingers in the air,
with hints of sultry pheremones.
Suddenly, familiar searing pain,
torrents unleashed,
eyes geyser-flooding:
Damn, she has cats!
Cats, cats, cats!
Stagger kitchenward, open the door
whimper the alarm:
“Sorry, gotta go, so sorry,”
before dashing out to fresh air,
gulping huge, clean breaths,
but the dander will not leave completely,
and I fish for my car keys
tears streaking my cheeks.
I wonder if fresh flowers in the morning
will persuade her to my place,
if she would ever understand.
- COMMENTS
champagne1982over 15 years agoFunny poem. I wish you'd found a better title that would hint at the content a bit more. I read once that to get a title you could grab some words or an idea from the closing strophe so in your case: My Place or Mine might work, since there's no real alternative to where you'd need to end up. Good poem, thanks for sharing it. This poem has been mentioned on the New Poems Review thread in Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.
