Visit me if you must, as Incubus
That I need not suffer your
Sweating, dribbling face;
Lost in its’ own ecstasy.
Or hear your panting, grunting
Gasps, while rutting like
An animal but without the need
For a Bitch’s heat to stimulate,
Or make your seed spurt
From your engorged manhood
And while you poke and plunge
Let Morpheus lend me
An Adonis that would
Caress and linger; gently
Awakening desires, long since
Murdered by your loveless soul
And he would touch and ask;
And brush my lips with his
Deftly as if gossamer strands,
Until I begged for the tenderness
I crave; just love! Nothing more;
Just love.
Comments
lenchenelf | January 25, 2009 - 23:35
An interesting take on a disenchanted love life, shades of Aphra Behn :-) atb L
threeleafshamrock | January 26, 2009 - 00:54
thanks L...I said to the wife; I said if I wear that thong yoke that you bought me, there will be trouble...:);)