desirous

 

pushed under the street lamps lumps,

each callous dream bitter

bites hands feeding her chocolate

while they stare at her a*s, like it is a free buffet.

 

I’m setting up the blackout shutters.

I’m drawing the curtains before the

final act clap, clap, clapping hoots.

 

I’m swallowing my grind throat pride,

glossy peripheral vision eyed seer scathing look

spat so far and well at the dogs of sex, claiming,

she is mine,

she is mine,

 

I hope.

 

when all is thru,

when all is finished,

I just scratch clasp to the reverie of being…

 

her unable to let go, inseparable melt,

her permanent lodged love, fused,

her one good day moment, refresh the bath steam warm,

her can’t sleep without my arms, soothe.

 

while the wild, look like

feeding frenzy lingerie models sultry smolders

are obtainable, expected,

licking her hips with their passions obvious.

 

and I

 

am….

 

on tenterhooks…    praying

 

she is

 

 

ardent …for me.