poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Religious & Macabre

Domestupidy

 

I can’t take it anymore,

your fightin’ words

riddle like bullets

in my head

 

You stroll across the room,

your bare ass thighs sit

parted on the sofa,

your lips purse

 

I tell you all we’re good for is

orgies and social dinners, but

I’m ignored as usual, you’re

unusual, as usual

 

I tell you, if you love him,

then set me free!  Oh

for fucks sake, stop

fucking with me!

 

I need another drink, another

excuse for you to wallow in

self-pity; and this house of

domesticity has become a

house of domestupidy

 

I’d like to think we’re better

than this so I hand you my

cigarette and tell you to

do that thing with

your gifted clit

 

I hold my scotch breath; I envy

the way your pussy smokes

my cigarette, an obvious

connotation that my

dick is no match.

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2 responses

  1. You set a tone and paint picture like an old soft porn movie from the 70s for me..

    Like

    February 7, 2013 at 8:28 pm

    • Thank you for the compliment. . .I’m glad you enjoyed the read, Philip!

      Like

      February 8, 2013 at 9:03 am

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