What does my lover love?
Not me I’m sure.
He hasn’t whispered my name
since he called me a whore.
Why does my suitor leave?
He only does it to suit his needs,
to be home before dark
to wash off the smell of park.
What is your admirer admiring,
when it isn’t you?
Why does he touch your body,
when it’s only your ass he screws?
Our dates are are nothing more
than foots tapping on the floor.
A kiss goodnight for me is like
using my mouth to stem the leaky dyke.
When is my beau a beaut?
I can’t be too sure.
I couldn’t tell you because
I’ve never seen him before.
Rick Williams 23 days ago
:-( that’s sad
butchart 21 days ago
some very astute observations about such an enigmatic experience…. what really does keep one going back for more….........great writing…...b