CALOKIE
My Significant Other
My Significant Other
No
pleasing that woman of mine.
“I’m
getting tired of same old sex,”
she
says first thing during foreplay
“Come
closer. I can’t feel you.
Why
are you hiding from me?”
So
I wrap my arms tighter around her.
“Jesus
Christ! I can’t breathe.
You’re
trying too hard.
Just
let us be.”
Gently
enter cavern in quest of desired prize.
“You’re
strolling, not probing,” she complains.
“Exhilarate,
don’t bore me.”
I
speed up the rhythm.
“Whoa!
Slow down the jackhammer, Mac!
“Do
I look like a sidewalk?”
I
lower tempo to reach climatic moment
but
it still won’t come.
I’m
exhausted.
“I
don’t think I can.
I
don’t think I can.
I
don’t think I can,”
I
say, ready to give up.
“Yes,
you fucking can!”
It
comes.
I
show her the little rascal.
“Not
bad,” she says.
“See
you next poem.”
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