The Lonely Goatherd

A Poem by belle

Working title, I'm drunk

Is it too much to ask to get fucked one more time? I want to ride a man as wild as the horse that gave me a scar over my first tattoo. You know the one. I’d like to rock back and forth like a sailor on a ship that will sink tonight. I want that pressure that makes my blood boil. And to be kissed with the lightest touch that couldn’t wake an insomniac. I yearn not for the partnership of two souls, but the union of two bodies gasping for air and a moment to recuperate. No rest for the weary; or the un so for this matter. So just slip into bed with me—I swear it will be nothing more. Unless that crazy cat Love finds us and swallows us whole. In that case I can’t promise anything.