Danny looks at me, the way
they all do:
lust-eyes. He waylays me in the
bathroom, hairy arms suddenly
around my waist.
“I heard U fucking Mickey last night,”
he says, “heard U cry out,
& no, no
it wasnʼt a cat but it yowled,
U yowled and my dick got hard, baby.
U know U want it. Deny it & Iʼll call U a
fucking liar.
I donʼt care who we hurt!
Letʼs be happy now!”
I confess,
his recklessness holds a certain allure,
& then Iʼm fuckinʼ him real high &
hard, up against the sink in the
bathroom, with his soon-to-be
wife just outside,
ear pressed against the door.
Not the marrying kind.
Iʼm the fucking kind.
The lewd lingerie kind.
The girl you
bring home for the
weekend,
not to meet the family
kind.
The dirty little secret,
the girl you jack off to after your
wife
goes to sleep.
The one you think about
so you can get it up with the
old lady,
year after year,
decade after dreary
decade. The one you wish youʼd married
& youʼd be happy now,
happy now, so very happy,
now.
© 2010
The Juice Bar 
Fitting for “Hump Day” I thought! You bold & brazen poet goddess…the cat foto is purrrrrrrfect!! 🙂
You said it so well. I think we all want to be the person who let’s others be charge of their morals-without worring about the right or wrong.
Alexis, another winner in the lust after me category.
You’re one hot writer.
Roz
Quite a rattle coming from the plumbing Alexis!! You really can flush a sexy romp in the smallest of rooms…Tapping into the tub with showers of lust.
Me tinks this will sink into our minds with a norty smile or two!
Alexis, loved it, laughed so long I’m still lauhgting.
Reminds me of the wild 70’s.
Bob
woulda, shoulda, coulda…ain’t life a bitch
which man’s head did you climb into to make this? or, are we (men) all too obvious?
doesn’t really matter I suppose…great poem, and oh so revealing