Callused hands smoothing over silken skin,
Snagging pieces along the way,
Giving me rug burn day dreams,
Making me long for nails on chalkboards,
Loathing your every touch,
Why do I want you so much?
Sloppy kisses with too much tongue,
Leaving my mouth wet and nothing more,
Praying to drown in the drool you create,
Hoping each drop is poison to kill,
Despising your every kiss,
What of this would I miss?
I don't know what you are doing down there,
Feels as fun as being at the gyno,
Eager to go relax on red hot coals,
Detesting your every moan,
All of this makes me groan! Or does it make me grown?
| I loved that last line! I loved it! the title was hot too and made me want to know what the poem was about. Your description hits the piece like a hammer on a nail. Beautifully done. I look forward to reading more.|
|| Posted on 2005-06-22 00:00:00 | by xtremegentleman | [ Reply to This ] || Good question, and I think we all know the answer.|
Very cleverly done, I can't find a thing to criticize, you got the feeling of loathing mixed up beautifully with the feeling of nonchalance.
Loved it all, well done
|| Posted on 2005-06-22 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ] || This has to be the best point ever made, I have to add this to my favorties. This was very clever and very well thoght out, I loved how you made it seem like it all just came to you, this is awsome.|
keep it up, I love this.
I wouldnt change anything,
|| Posted on 2005-06-22 00:00:00 | by Lachesis | [ Reply to This ] || Very nice! Oh man, does this bring back memories :-P We were such idiots back then. Only little kids trying to look grown up. Heh, and as for your question, maybe a little bit of both? Obviously, you're going to groan at something that disgusting... but maybe the experience makes you grow?|
Good write, I'll see you around.
|| Posted on 2005-06-22 00:00:00 | by Aken Sol | [ Reply to This ] |