Lost my appetite (2003)

Slipping into her bed,

you offered solace

to her weeping, shattered body.

You wiped her tears,

stroked her naked,

neglected

heart

with circular fingertips

to ease her sorrow.

 

Sadness now subsided,

your tiny stroking

became firmer motions,

gliding down her thighs

and teasing her sex.

 

With every gasp from her,

your desire became bolder,

to take her;

to penetrate her fragility.

 

Your prick will

console her (you think)

in the way

a caressing hug

never could.

…………………………………………………………………..

 

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