Sitting here every night looking for that special need...
That hunger that is fed by passion, lust and at times greed...
Looking for those empty glances and silky thighs...
Waiting for the inevitable contact with her sparkling eyes...
Letting her approach for what she really wants..
and with a smile, I continue to taunt..
She scans me over and she smiles, so slight
letting her needy eyes sparkle in the pale moon light.
Her breath stains my ears to a bright swollen red
and all she can think about is getting me into her bed.
She clings to me as close as paint to a wall
and I ditch any last attempts at trying to stall.
She strips me bare in a frenzy of grinds
and I gasp as she smiles at what she finds.
The sound had a texture, you could feel
and my heart, I was letting her steal.
It's one thing to be a sex idol and a Romeo
but you find it only leaves you with pain and sorrow.
At least I made so many smile
when I would sprint that miracle mile.
In a world of hunger and poverty
it seems I lived a nymphomaniacs fantasy.
So when she went home to her husband
who got it in the end?
Me.
My friend...
1-21-2001

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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