- Erotic Poetry
- Just Talking
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I miss my lover, seriously miss her
It’s been a month since we’ve been together
I know what you’re thinking - but it’s not the sex,
as sweet as that is. It’s about talking and listening.
Stop snickering. Let me tell you
Last night I took my wife out for dinner
She’s a florist – so we talked about flowers
And her boss, and her assistant, and her vendors
And flowers. I wasn’t paying close attention
Because it was the same conversation we’d had the night before
Came a break, I mentioned a Diana Krall song
I heard on the way back from Buffalo- smooth, sultry jazz
“That’s nice, dear. I need to get fresher crazy daisies.”
Sigh.
Later I fucked her - hard. It was not making love
It was an assertion.
Then I lay there thinking of my lover
While Ella Fitzgerald sang “Misty”
in the back of my mind.
- COMMENTS
JWrenover 9 years agoKeeping the attention, keeping the attraction: that's the lover's advantage. Does the heart still race at home? Or does familiarity dull the senses?
Ashesh9over 10 years agoto be with one lady 'n lust after someone else ......!! wish i knew the answer to this puzzlin' curve ur Destiny has thrown @ U , Oldbear !
