he wants to touch
to cuddle & cling
& lovey-dovey ‘till i could puke
but hardly ever does it go anywhere
i can admire his beauty
tickle his fancy with my nice
‘till the cows cum purple
kiss back all i want
but nookie no way
most days most nights
it’s nookie no way no how
i’m in nookie prison
what have i done to deserve this?
did id kill baby seals in a former life?
these teases are seeking me out
i’m succumbing to their belief
no nookie for me
no nookie for them
just endless stimulation
going nowhere & i’m tense
that act, the two-backed beast
it’s affirmation, faith, love
it’s a shared belief
in joy, in each other
you wanna be free
to walk out half way there
or three quarters
trained yourself not to care
insisting your take’s the only
how demanding i demand
more or less
or my own way
your way so overwhelming
it’s the air around us
& i have to breathe on your terms
to tease is to control
to force performance
every pretty young one
gets teased by the power of the tease
i might give you what you want
someday, if you’re good enough
if you dance, if you prance, real good
just don’t expect much
& we’ll be fine
copyright 2005 by Kia Gabrielle McLean
Poetgrrl
Musings poetic from the demon, Kia . . . . . .
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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