- Erotic Poetry
- Nineteen
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Anticipation - or is it greed?
He makes me wait again, want again...
Or is it a choice
I continue to make
Because I can't seem to shake
This man who counts for me?
Will there be a next time?
I find myself filling the days
With mundane tasks
working and answering
questions asked
about nothing at all important
or as interesting as when He counts.
In the back of my mind I wonder and wait and relive
Him and His magic number.
God, I hate math!
But somehow he has me counting in my head,
Recalling the times he has made me scream
with just a number.
I do enjoy it when he counts to
That magic number.
I look forward to the next time
When he counts ever so slowly
And finally says...
"Nineteen. You may cum."
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowabout 3 years agoI doubt any wordplay could ever match such a numbers game. The ambiguousness of language that masks intent and aim, so very distracting, so not bijective, unlike the clear forwardness of
One...
Two...
Three...
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