3WW: token

 

The prompts for 3 Word Wednesday this week are:

Glass
Question
Token 

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token

i tried

i really tried

i wanted it to be just

a diversion, a bit of fun

i didn’t count on liking you

so much

you asked a question of me

can you do this without

attachment, without

feelings other than

lust

want

desire

i said yes but

i didn’t know then

what i came to know later

I didn’t know my feelings

for you

would reflect back unto

myself like images in a

carnival looking-glass

distorted and alien

and i learned the hard way that

i was a mere token

in your mind

just another mere

distorted and alien

token

of your

sexual prowess

you

**Be advised: this poem is explicit. If you’re under 17 or easily offended, stop now. ** 

with too much time

on my hands all i do

is think of you

everything makes me

think of you

the violets are blooming in

my garden and my

desire is blooming

for you

i hear the roar of a truck

and i think

of you

lovers words in a song and

the sweet sound of guitar

and i think

of you

i pass the old building and

i think

of you

remembering our secret trysts

on the 6th floor…..

so hot, so urgent, so hurried

i want to be there now

with you

i want to see you every day

like i used to and be

with you

stolen lunchtimes in the

park

touching, sighing, kissing

we couldn’t get enough….

still cannot get enough….

i want your hands on me

desperately

urgently

i need to feel your hot, hard

throbbing need for me

your mouth on my tits

sucking me your fingers in me

your scratchy beard burning

my skin feels so good

the initial pain of you

entering me, spreading me

pushing into me hard

it’s

all

so

good

but all i can do right now

is remember and think

of you

until next time

soon, baby, soon

tangle

as we lay in a tangle

of sheets,arms,legs,

blonde hair and black

panting through the waves of our after-lust

i understood with a finality beyond reason that

lust has morphed into love

 into lust into love into lust

yet again and never-ending

 

this is the pattern of my life with you

 

neither money nor honor nor

bleeding hearts can keep

me from you now

~~~

 

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday.

This week’s prompts: Money, Tangled, Understood

 

the aahhh spots

we discovered each other’s
aahhhh spots and
we owned them

isn’t that how we began
so long ago

you lightly touched my back and i
stumbled
against your arm

then you stood facing
me, your face so
close

- so agonizingly close-
that my mind went
numb

and your hot
breath flowed over
my neck making
every
nerve
in my body
burn for your lips there,
here,
anywhere, everywhere

and so……..

the apartment in the treetops
where our hands joined
our lips
on and in

the aahhh spots

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This was inspired by this week’s

Three Word Wednesday

prompt. The words are: apartment, began, numb.

near a man

i love the smell of men

it can’t be explained,there

are so many varieties of

smells….

sweaty smells

musky smells

sexy colognish smells

clean soap smells

tobacco smells

smells found on women too but

there’s always the slightly imperceptable

difference, an awareness

that i’m near a

man, yes, and i so love

men

~

i sit next to a stranger in a darkened

theatre, his scent in my nose, his

arm oh so close and i am

very

much

aware.

i wonder if he is,

i feel my face

flush and my

body tingles thinking

of what could be….

a slight shift of

my body as i cross my legs and

smooth my skirt over my thighs

just the barest of hints but

he turns slightly and looks, sighs

the possibility could be

a reality

the idle thought, an action

then…

the lights come up

a smile of eyes and

lips exchanged, a wistful,

regrettable smile

then

the moment passes and

we are only strangers,

after all