- Erotic Poetry
- And I loved him..
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I used to love him
but all good things come to an end
now I've found someone new
he's pretty, younger and more talented
he's not you
I cant help but make comparisons
as his tongue flicks between my thighs
better and harder than yours ever did
he likes to play hard rock and fuck me
you always liked the slower stuff
he dreams of snorting cocaine from between my tits
you dreamt of making me a lovely mother
funny how things change
his hair is longer
hangs down when he's pouding into me
he calls me a sexy bitch and smacks my ass
we drank and fucked all night it was a blast
all you wanted was to hold me tight
protect me from everything, everyone
write me love letters and cook me dinner
you were an angel
but a shitty lover
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 18 years ago...kind of hallow. The subject matter is most likely for the emptiness that is felt because the poem is weak all on its own. I suppose it is therapeutic for the poet.
J Doe
