Saturday, December 13, 2008

poem 3/30: uninvited.

and he let her in
no promise of future meetings made
no strings--the way he likes
knew what
or who
he was getting into
her thick thighs and wide hips calling to be touched
he happily obliged
he infiltrated
penetrated
strangers no longer so
sharing lust, sweat
them
touch
pleasure
never too much
she understands the unwritten rule
so when he gets right up, it's second nature to keep her cool
keeps a crooked smile
for while it was both worth their while
his life is forever changed
a friendly fuck with a face but no name
some script just flipped
but who's the master of the game?
filled her with his seed, but she's still empty
and he may feel accomplished
another day, another conquest
...he is simply a target
a pawn in the wrath of a woman scorned
carrying the burden of life and too many children unborn
no one knows her story
but those who come in contact quickly become chapters
her center touched before before
playing the same game
different day, different name
once sacred place turned into stomping ground for hungry egos
sweet secretions have become venomous
stinging the member of the members of her not so exclusive club
and he let her in.

(deuces.)

5 comments:

Mike Valentino said...

"turned into stomping grounds for hungry egos"

I love that line.

riva. said...

"filled her with his seed, but she's still empty
and he may feel accomplished
another day, another conquest
...he is simply a target
a pawn in the wrath of a woman scorned"

that was raw...no pun intended. hehe.

-riv-

riva. said...

we NEED updates ms. zah.

-riv-

riva. said...

updates!!!! lol

Ziggy Za. said...

Sorry, sorry!
LOL, I'm updating now. Don't hurt me.