A Living Gland
Once upon a time, long ago in my years gone by, when I would drink to excess after-hours, clubbing and such-like, I use to hang-out with a bunch of seemingly “hormonally-driven” associates… some married, some ‘committed’, some not, who I would loosely describe as the “dog-pack” ...
Their conversations of the more puerile, basic-kind were not often of a sensitive and respectful nature when it came to their current sexual conquests, partners or maybe ifs …
A Living Gland belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and WMGI am but a living gland, flesh and bone, woman or man.
I feel nothing deeper than my skin,
I live to only lust my thing.
I sweat and groan and live to grind,
wherever there’s pleasure to be,
you’re sure to find me satisfying sexual need.
I do naught but feed and turn me on.
I seek nothing but a squeeze,
a hump and bump will do me please.
For I am nothing more
than a pleasure-seeker, ill-at-ease.
My glands respond when I’m turned on;
self-gratification is my soul aim.
I care naught for all except their flesh,
I avoid intellectual emotional strain.
For my glands need the rush,
and I need bodies not your mush.
So stroke me longer, pull me stronger,
please me with your treasure chest.
I am the hunter of pure delight;
I seek stark pleasure day and night.
I am but a living gland,
like a machine fed on self-indulgent scams.
I care nothing for your mind or soul,
I seek only to appease primal senses
devouring you whole.
I care nothing for who you are,
as I am my only shining star.
So keep your rhetoric to yourself,
and keep your morals on the shelf.
I am just a living, breathing, consuming gland;
I give nothing back except my sweat.
So that is that, no more no less.
I am woman or I am man.
So meet me in the dark; in the clubs,
the alley or the park. Expose yourself before my gaze,
for you are a meal to my selfish needs,
nothing but a blurred haze, in my frenzied rush to feed.
I’ll treat you to my self you think;
while I take my feel with less than sensual hands,
and empty my juices into your sink.
I am a living gland —
don’t bother me with your soppy plans —
whilst I strip you clean of your romantic daze,
then throw you out like a well-picked bone,
once we’ve rutted and groaned and moaned,
I’ll walk away — no strings attached;
for I am a self-indulgent, pleasure-seeking,
narcissistic woman or man.
t1nyskert
YES….thats the feeling i was after..(you said it better than me…lol)
Crowmanic replied
I don’t know about ‘better’, Sweet, just differently … [wink/cheers]
Peter Evans
Wow that is sooo hot, excellent work :-)
Crowmanic replied
Thanks for the passing comment … pleased to know it resonates with someone other than I [wink]
Mel Brackstone
ugh! That’s so HONEST! I read Karen’s first, and they are so good together….definitely!
Crowmanic replied
Thanks Mel … honest is very close to oneness!
Mel Brackstone
absolutely! Unfortunately we don’t see it often enough….
KEITH R. WILL...
excellent