Her perfume mocks me: <br />Lingering in the dead air <br />laughing at my loneliness. <br />Her just bathed smooth skin <br />Pushes me further away. <br />Feeling dirty with despair <br />I sink deep into the sick stained chair. <br />Mobile phone ringing, singing <br />Sorry songs at me <br />Such dreary pitiful pithy one tone tunes. <br />Her pink top tightly wound <br />Round her tiny framed torso <br />Fills these empty eyes. <br />Seduction such sweet seduction. <br />Teasing and toying from <br />A shielded distance. <br />Lips glisten like stars <br />A shiny smile of red luscious flesh. <br />Goading me she adds a little <br />More moisture with the tip of her tongue. <br />As my manhood moves letting me <br />Know it is still ready and young. <br />Occasionally she opens her legs <br />And divides the denim, <br />As it tightens and directs my <br />Expanding eyes to the centre <br />Of the universe. <br />Am I perverse <br />Or a man in need of loving. <br />Slender fingers flick back <br />Honey coloured hair <br />Her every movement aches me. <br />Consumed with lust <br />And the need to be reborn, <br />I stand like a just woken soldier: <br />At that exact moment of movement <br />A crumpled snowball of paper <br />Plummets to the floor from <br />my pocket. <br />She pays me no attention <br />As I stand frozen. <br />Only my sweat moves. <br />Eventually I bend down <br />Eyes to the ground <br />Sink back into the seat <br />And unravel the ball. <br />Reality in all its bold black <br />Glory stares back at me. <br />A list of words: <br />Nappies. <br />Light Bulbs. <br />Cheap chocolate. <br />Toilet Roll. <br />Bleach. <br />Tomato Ketchup: <br />Words that burn the brain. <br />She pays me no attention <br />As i re-crumble the list. <br />Shoving it into the black <br />Of the pocket <br />Manhood moves back <br />Retreats and sleeps. <br />All thoughts of sex, touch <br />Lust and release <br />Shirk back to the darkest <br />Coldest part of my mind. <br />Reality has won again <br />She pays me no attention <br />As she stands and steps <br />Of the bus into the arms <br />Of her sweet smelling <br />Asshole of a lucky listless lover.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-lust-on-the-69-bus/
