Monday, May 04, 2009

As I lay on my bed

As I lay on my bed

As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night.

You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.

You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you laid on my naked body...

you sensed my indifference, so you applied your hungry mouth to me without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me near crazy while you drained me.

Finally I went to sleep.

Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last night's events.

My body still bears faint marks of your enthusiastic ravishings, making it harder to forget you.

Tonight I will remain awake waiting for fucking mosquito.

 Better than a FluShot!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Brilliant! I love this kind of poetry. I've got one, one on my blog "Damp Mourning" but should post more. Nice to lighten the mood from time to time. Or just be naughty.

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