- Erotic Poetry
- Pillow talk
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Click here"You look pretty in bed",
I tell her.
She flushes and averts her eyes,
as though "in bed" was a masturbating drunk
in an alley,
who calls " Hey girlie",
popping the hymen of Santa Claus
and dolly tea parties.
She's ashamed and aroused
admitting to neither.
I make sure the light is on or off,
because I've seen her
when the in-between light of autumn
sundown
makes her Cabernet hair look
just like a splatter pattern
across the pillow.
I know how she'd look
if she kissed steel
and blew the back of her head off.
I lower myself onto her
careful to avoid
the brain tendrils.
"You look so pretty in bed",
I whisper in her indiscernible ear.
She wraps her thighs around me
and says nothing
It is an odd feeling to take pleasure from
a woman you've seen dead.
- COMMENTS
cherries_on_snowover 17 years agoAppropriate timing. I liked it though I'd give it a final polishing and apply punctuation consistently. This poem has been mentioned in New Poems Reviews
WickedEveover 17 years agoI like the poem. Of course, I like the poem. It's different. It's smart. My problem, wee problem, is with the first strophe. Too much of a good thing. I'd like to read it this way:
"You look pretty in bed",
I tell her.
She flushes and averts her eyes,
as though "in bed" was a masturbating drunk
in an alley.
She's ashamed and aroused
admitting to neither.
