June 30, 2010

Invisible Ink

Every time I really cum

I mean cum like earth shattering orgasmic

over the top sing the star spangled banner CUM,

I cry….weep… and curse his name…..still, after all these years.

It is like his cock crept into my heart

and signed his name on it,

and the only way for me to get the memo

is to unabashedly strum a G major concerto on my “Clitar” until the truth be told.

He had me, much more then I knew.

You would think the magnitude of the blast would certainly clear the pathways connected from ones pussy to ones heart.

It’s been so long since I’ve opened mine in the presence of a well inked hard cock.

I think the next time if I'm lucky enough

to find myself in the presence of great love again

and have the nerve to open my heart completely in the heat of passion

I will take the time to read the fine print,

and appreciate what I have.

 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm struck that to put this on yourself, that the path was from him to you and you missed its true meaning. Perhaps he missed the path your sweet pussy offered--to the wet grip of your soul around his, tight and secure. With the courage you've mustered to create your beautiful life, have the faith to expect a future with a heart-linked cock. Perhaps he will weep with you because he feels you milking him until he releases the true core of himself inside you. You deserve a brave, soulful dialog of fierce thrust and tender cradle more than you do an autographed bruise on your heart from a talented dick..