She didn't even want to, then thought to do it. <br />Trying to send such silky experience, over here <br />to touch my rigid softness...moons why..? <br />For what, to know me, the I of it, inside of me? but why..? <br />Had I fallen in her, the trap, rimed in pink folds of heavenly <br />she would have slain me, drained me, <br />Eaton me, milked me <br />it, he, the me, in her, but why..? <br />I am hard, harder than buttered pecan trees, <br />she is a professional, <br />sex is her weapon of choice, her graze. <br />I should have then, wept throaty, <br />gutturals of both spread in ways..only heaven knows why..not?<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-professional-woman/
