We were never <br />traditional lovers- <br />but we were <br />very good at being <br />conventional fuckers- <br /> <br /> <br />The time was convenient <br />I suppose <br />and to this day I remember <br /> <br />In vivid afterimage <br /> <br />the rhythm I used to ride you- <br />and how you'd shudder <br />and spit a foul stream of semen <br />into my ripe body- <br /> <br />I remember <br />in greater detail <br />how I'd puke <br />the taste of your tongue <br />for hours after <br />you'd left the front door <br />swinging open- <br /> <br />As if <br />you were inviting <br />another pervert in <br />to take your place <br />- <br />these were your friends, <br />cold hearted pedophiles <br />who drooled <br />at the sight of my <br />young, plump tits- <br />firm and sweet <br />like that apple <br />poor ol'adam just had to eat. <br /> <br />And later <br />I was forced to say <br />' I love you' <br />in some warped way <br /> <br />By composing mad poems <br />on your bohemian skin- <br />it was the only language <br />I could cipher myself in. <br /> <br />And then later <br />I admitted <br />I had to leave you <br />and you, like a good lover- <br />remained drowning <br />in the ashes and smoke <br />from my virgin fire- <br /> <br />The very fire that <br />on so many nights <br />baptized you- <br /> <br />It was a holy suicide <br />if there is such a thing- <br /> <br /> <br />And then much later <br />the dear john (i hate paper cuts) <br />surfaced <br />and you submerged- <br /> <br />Then came the finality <br />you had your reality- <br />and I had mine <br /> <br />And now it's nonsense to say <br />' we were better off alone' <br />because we were heroes together- <br />in some fanatical <br />sex ed teacher to willing submissive <br />kind of way- <br /> <br />And now we're dressing down to <br />the raw honesty- <br />you used to refer to me as: <br />' a dangerous fatherfucker<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inser-ending-here-r-rated/
