EROTIC WORDS>Brain Diary4: Comeback of the twista and the eventual elimination

OTHER MAN:





Gotta have more of u, a little some at least



While making love to my girl, on a hot moon night



I was thinking of u, our times, and twists.



Gotta have u, be in u….








WOMAN:



Your chance was in your lap, a few seasons back



But remember, your girl that u wanted to respect



The one with the arrow at your heart



I don’t remember when u crossed my mind….





OTHER MAN:

Your legs, I must kiss…




WOMAN:

Your twista, I don’t miss…




OTHER MAN AND WOMAN:

But you did hit it right, in the basement, while your
girl slept upstairs

But you turned me out, in the basement, while my girl
slept upstairs.




WOMAN:

I don’t feel….




OTHER MAN:

Like dancing? It’s a mind thang.

What u feel is the emptiness after me

The non-connection to that….spaceman

I long to massage your wholeness, face, thighs, booty

And U miss my tongue, slithering around and in your
cupcake….




WOMAN:

Your tongue WAS the orgasm mafia hit squad

Touching parts of my cupcake, parts not known

But your chance was in your lap, until your choice

Your choice, screamed the end of our time  






4 of 5 poems in a series from my book "The ScreamBed Chronicles: The last days of playas & other insecure men". This is my first Poetrama (my made up word comprising a poorly synthesized version of poetry and drama depicting a "semi-fictional" love affair nearly a decade ago.




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