Monday, October 19, 2009

Who Are They?

They say that they can live without sex
They say life each day is just fine
They say they don’t feel at all vexed
But each night they have a glass of wine

Deep inside I clinch then flex
Why do I still desire sex?
I want the feel of lips so much
In places only I now touch
Hands to squeeze then pinch
Will only sense a small flinch

Why am I not like they?
Why do I crave every day
Touch that does not come my way
Why must I continue this way?

I will live without sex that’s true
But life is empty without you
I have to keep my mind from there
Stop wanting so much not to despair

I wait aching to be touched
Feel fingers caress part slip in
In my mind he waits for me
In the dark when I sleep
I am not like they, I am only me



44 Summer Stories said...

“Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.” (page 24)", [Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (Barnes & Noble Classics Series)]

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."

I don't know what else to say, Darling except it's a beautiful and poignant poem.

Anonymous said...

Relatable and well written.