Lobsters wear slippers <br />in the obscured recesses of her mind. <br /> <br />As he interrupts to shout, <br />“We’ll F now.” <br />Candidness catches off guard <br />To which he demonstratively—claims— <br />I’m making up for your time-wasting obliqueness; <br /> <br />Instant satisfaction is never-lasting. <br /> <br />As soon as he starts pushing she gets the f..k out. <br />Territorial aggressive men when they’re horny <br />Make her want to draw up her panties, slip on her bra <br />& bolt to the nearest exit pressing— <br /> <br />What does your hard-on think of this? <br />Opening the door to burst forth into night, <br />words, carrying kisses of repeated goodbyes, <br />trail softly behind: <br />Find another serenaded sweet to acquiesce to your <br /> <br />compuls(e) ive desires— <br />less satisfactory <br />than <br />whims. <br /> <br />And they usually do, <br />They usually don’t. <br /> <br />Because they’ll come again, <br />Assuring her the brakes will be on, the gear shift in low <br />And the patience in drive. <br />Promising her they’ll take it slow. <br /> <br />Lying to her, they’ll take it slow.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pending-petals-need-water-to-bloom-or-roses-are-red-so-are-stop-signs/
