Cheaters

Yours (truly)
 
Love is a tricky lover
for the restless without a pause;
the scent of home a retreat.

When the search is over,
should we share equal billing
on the marquee?

Flickering affections
calling ‘It’…. a fling.

Watching the orange sun sink
at the open mouth of day
peering with naked eyes
wondering what happened to light
in plain sight, how another
would tease and plunge
tearing the barriers
with steely pounds, hurtling
ruins in your so called, only love
aroused and drowned
in his thrusts, stained with lust.

The things unseen are sought
where it all began, knelt
at benediction with familiar shadows
chasing the tic of the clock

countering doubts
that I might want him, again and again
you might not be half the man
who was not strong enough

to hold on to a woman
with greedy fingers
who was already yours.

Would you kiss my lips
knowing
tonight
I was not (really) yours..

Caught

Marjorie didn’t like golf it bored her senseless even the social evenings she found painful to endure. So many la-de-da poseurs always dropping oblique hints about how successful in business they were. They thought they were being so subtle; bloody idiots. And that woman, lady captain Sandra what’s-her-wretched-name the old bag always making eyes at her Cecil. Did she think she was blind? Marjorie wondered if all Golf clubs were the same snobbish dens of iniquity.

Now a sudden opportunity to play a Spanish course over a long weekend at a bargain price as some member had dropped out at the last minute. Cecil told her ‘too good an opportunity to miss my dear.’ Well sod him let him go she’d use the time to visit her mother. Cecil and Marjorie’s mum never did hit it off. ‘He’s a wrong ‘un that one Sandra mark my words. A philanderer if I ever saw one.’ she had said on the eve of their wedding.

‘Do get a move on or you’ll miss your flight at this rate’ Marjorie snapped. Cecil was always fussing over some last minute detail or other. ‘Now what is it?’ she asked exasperatedly as Cecil hummed and hawed in the hallway.

‘My new blue slippers dear, you sure you packed them?’

‘Yes dear they're packed and the taxi's been waiting ten minutes for god’s sake do get a move on.’


*****


‘Hello darling good weekend?

‘Yes darling excellent, I played up to my handicap you know.’

‘Did that Sandra woman go?’

‘Oh her? Yes, yes I did see her occasionally he said irritably then went on the attack ‘By the way you didn’t pack my damned slippers.’

‘Yes I did you bastard I put them in your golf bag on top of your clubs.’

Sleep Don't Creep

I can't seem to go to    
sleep. Sleep!    
I just wanna tip toe and    
creep. Creep!    
But I tell myself no, just    
count sheep.    
You don't wanna go too    
deep. Sleep!    
     
As I hear the kitchen faucet    
drip. Drip!    
My mind begins to slowly    
drift, slip    
into what I want and    
miss. Wish!    
How on earth can I    
resist this?    
     
I can't get my mind to    
wind down.    
Can't even begin to    
find sound    
reasoning behind this    
new-found    
obsession that's got my    
mind bound.    
     
And when I can't seem to    
feed need,    
this hunger consumes with    
greed, freed    
from any kind of care,    
caution or heed    
to how my soft heart will be    
left bleeding.    
     
Everybody I know just    
sees me    
as if I'm a window so    
clearly    
with my heart shown on    
my sleeve,    
but still my mind's blown when    
they leave.    
     
Doesn't matter how hard I    
try, I    
can never really lie or    
hide my    
thoughts, emotions and pain    
inside, I    
just don't seem to know how or    
why. Why?    
     
Why do I always let them just  
use me,    
Discard, mistreat, beat and    
bruise me;    
why must I always choose to    
lose me,    
just because they briefly    
amuse me?    
     
I think it's finally about that    
time, I    
no longer pay mind to    
swine, I'm    
ready to start drawing my    
lines, I'm    
the only one who can    
define mine.    
     
And now again, it is time to    
sleep. Sleep.    
Tomorrow's promises I must    
keep; keep    
holding on to what free    
really means,    
and I'll be the one to finally  
seize dreams.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/212294-sleep-dont-creep/

Underneath this cover of lies
Lays a passion boiling inside
To touch what is not mine
To taste a fruit I am denied
Undress me from this dress of white
Release this animal, dormant inside
A moment of remorse that does not last
Consumed inside this web of lust
Breathing chills to my core
My body sodden with sweat and lust
A tattered dress upon the floor
Eyes feral with passion and heat
Screams bursting from clenched teeth
Keep me here in this bed of sins
The daylight comes, revealing the truth
I wake to a man who is not mine
Only memories caged up inside
At least until next time

you're up!

company softball league
last game, last out of the season
chanting, no one leaves sober
sounded like good enough reason

the field lights were turned off
but the party had just begun
men and ladies ripped off office masks
letting their after-hour selves run

one sweet beauty from accounting
tried to account for all the Jack
rounding second base she tripped
ended up giggling, topless on her back

everyone had drifted off in the dark
or perhaps headed for home
I'm 3 hours late, thinking dead man walking
when I heard her moan

walked out to where she lay
you know, making sure she was ok
the devil in the booze danced on her tits
"you're safe!" was all I could think to say

I told her she was in no shape to drive
as I helped her to her feet
and I was no one who left a damsel stranded
on some dark and deserted field or street

telling her I'd drive her home, while making a call to check in
only to hear, "screw you" and "your bags are by the door!"
hanging up I see her naked, sliding into third
saying, "sounds like you're in trouble....wanna get in more....."

I love you, I can't believe we're doing this in the day
I suck you in my mouth, and try to make you stay

The smoky crystals come out of an incognito dragon
Five more times and I'm riding the highest wagon

I burn you with my love and you pay me back with pleasure
You take my body to places that no one else can measure

My mind knows you will inspire my deepest fantasies
You bring me to new levels and fill my void of capacities

I love you, I can't believe we're doing this in the day
You know I don't mind, because I want you to stay

- - - -

Violate me
You always knew
When a lady
Needed nothing but
Raw friction
Simmering under platitudes
Cool exchanges
Fierce primal burning
Scorches my veins

My husband?
In his mother’s company,
Spoon-fed milk pudding and impotence
Her little boy…
She’d swallow him whole; just take out her teeth…
He’s no match for his mama’s maw

Daylight will cast judgment
But it’s nothing
Our intertwined bodies
Want to hear.

.:The Cheetahs:.


Like fueled cheetahs running down prey
Pouncing upon rumors of boredom
Where each “let’s go again” entanglement
Seemingly worth every bit of an extended stare
Her and I simply craving to go there
Up the stair… the price we pay
Surrendering. Making room
Therein finding no time for disbelief
No grief. None. Just the churning of charged emotion
Released into the stillness; not love
But indeed the urgency of an out of control lust
No fuss. Taking another fortuitous chance
Art-fully taken. The secrecy again getting us off
So quick how we’d get a loft
How we.. “get it all off”
Each moment only meant to go bye
Where once gone, home goes another lie
Finding no-guilt at all

"The Milf and the Whore"

The milf went to get milk at the store
She walked in and the clerk locked the door
He paid her a sum
to swallow his cum
The hot soccer mom was a whore!

Her husband did everything right
Her family was wealthy and white
But she needed more money
and fucked like a bunny
so she could shoot up every night.

Her yuppie friends had no clue
Suburbanites rarely do
They were so naive
to the tricks up her sleeve
and all of their husbands she blew.

One night she went to go score
She shot up and she fell to the floor
She cracked her head
and out she bled
The milf was a whore no more.

"Hot Wife"

For years it was something they dreamed
He’d watch his hot wife getting reamed
So they made a plan
to find some random man
It would be lots of fun, so it seemed.

They met a man and they set up a date
When the time came the man showed up late
with a friend to play
the husband said “no way”
but the wife thought that it would be great.

The husband didn’t seem too amused
That his wife was just being used
with a dick in her butt
Oh my God! What a slut!
There was also a cock in her cooze.

He asked her to do it no more
She was quickly becoming a whore
She refused to quit
She was too into it
‘cause without it her life was a bore.

She said “Sometimes one just ain’t enough
I need all three holes to be stuffed
and one in each hand
I’ll fuck the whole band
and let them make a mess of my muff.”

He had taken to drinking straight rum
He couldn’t cope without being numb
He then went insane
Shot himself in the brain
and bled dead while his wife bathed in cum.

For those of you who want to know what it was like, listen to one of these while reading this piece:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1uWA7VPGiE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAnGe40-o9Q&list=RDqAnGe40-o9Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYvmrxBUvsQ



Title:  What's a Girl to do

What's a girl to do
when she's had her share and more than a few
Oh sure, that was her past
but fuck, it went by so fast

Blame it on the alcohol
or blame it on the fact that he didn't call
it doesn't matter now
damn, revenge always took off with a pow

Don't get on my bad side
or I will ask the captain for a ride
That was my mantra back in the day
"Ride, Captain, Ride" what can I say

You can imagine the precise moment when I said that mantra, and I can just bet
that you think it was just after I got rode hard and put away wet
No man has been able to tame me
since then, and shit, do you blame me

With so many ready and willing specimens
This girl could never stay home; think of what kind of message that sends
Back in the day, it was something that everyone did, not just me
It was around 1973, and, well, you know, we all were free

A few years later, along came a man sent from heaven
He was nineteen, and I was twenty-seven
and I fell I love with a bang
but a girl has needs, they are like hunger pangs

It wasn't long before I took off at night
for a scheduled tune-up, it is an urge I could never fight
The man stayed for years and never knew a thing
He couldn't keep this woman down, even with a big wide gold ring

Sometimes when a certain song came on the juke box, I knew just what to do
When the bases were loaded, I'd think:  "It's time to change the batter" but Who?
I'd pick the tallest guy in the room; he had to have some freaky facial hair
and be thin with long legs, and have a confident wide-legged walk, like he just didn't care

Just the other day, I saw nice ass in Levis
I waited for him to get up and turn around so I could survey it with my eyes
without his fat girlfriend watching, I might add
those jeans were hanging just a bit low and tight across the bottom, I knew just what he had

Or the repairman who stopped by to fix the toilet
I surveyed him from top to bottom and wanted to place a bet
It wouldn't be too hard to get this man in bed
They don't actually think with the tip of their head

What's a girl to do
throw out the old and bring in the new?
It is almost time for this one to clean house
and flush out the pipes, but shhh, I'm leaving now and I'm being as quiet as a mouse

BETRAYED

Dear Bob....
He reads her letter yet again
Feels the same pang of pain
Can’t take the pressure she says
Still I love you in so many ways
But can’t live with you being over there
Me being over here
I’m only human my dear
I hope you’ll see it’s for the best
And for our little boy the joy
Of knowing the man he calls daddy
Comes home at night
Doesn’t fight

Staying away
Whilst we can only watch and pray
It’s just too much watching the news
Wondering when it’s your turn to lose
Can’t do it any more
The flag-draped caskets
Returning
The widows’ tears
Burning
Coursing down their pain lined faces
For another guy who ran out of aces

Bob, you know I'm not a whore
But I met a man,
It wasn't planned
It just happened
One of those things
He talks of a future
With wedding rings
He’s got a great job Bob
And little Jimmy loves him too
Hell, what could I do?

I know you’ll be angry
But screw you! It was your choice
To go away fighting for paltry pay
Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to get mad
Must be the guilt
I'm not the type to jilt
At the drop of a hat, stuff like that
Anyway I gotta go
Just thought I’d let you know
You’ll always be in my heart

Be lucky,
Lucy
He drops the letter to the wind
Watches it blow
Then pulls the trigger with his toe

.:The Tooken:.


took off
them garters
the ones with touch of lace
took hard deep breaths
to keep up with
her pace

in fact
spread her back
and took all the in between
took my tongue
then begun
to lock into her dream

took her
well-equipped parted lip
though we knew it wasn’t mine
she took his picture off the dresser
guess she thought it
might be
kind

took
a second to feel guilty
took another for
some pride
took time to get
me right
taking all she took
in stride

while
she took
from the front; me
I took from behind
took cheating to a level
with a will to seek & find

our takings, they got took
where we never drew
the line

taking
all we could take
when 'the took' get left
behind

The little Lies

it started with little white lies
are you okay baby
I am fine thank you
as she struggled with her exams

are you feeling good today
oyes honey, I am
while she tried to wash off
the turd from her shoes

you look so handsome
she said her eyes looking
over his shoulder
smiling at the man behind

will you marry me
oyes darling yes!
she said thinking he was the first
to ask after ten relationships

marriage blissful
at times unfufilled
she said o baby thats beautiful
or darling you are wonderful

no children he was shooting blanks
she said doesn't matter baby
we have each other
she stared at her neighbours baby

years flashed by
he suffered a stroke
couldn't hug couldn't love
doesnt matter baby I love you

the years of sooothing
the years of smoothing
paths inspite of disappointments
made her hard within

she wanted to live
she wanted to laugh
she wanted to love
honestly and sincerely

the white lies
turned into her prison
an appreciation in pretense
a circle of white fence

on the day he made his last journey
to the garden of totems and flowers
she knew that she had cheated
all her life, herself and him

she was in love with the doorman
his wife said he was an avid lover
she was envious of the neighbour's kid
who went on to become a teacher

she wanted to make love
in different ways
not always missionary
and coffee afterwards

she had eyed the crotch of men
thinking of their hardness
she had thoughts about the tall lean ones
not the pudgy ailing man besides her

sadly she watched him
get lowered into the ground
were her white lies because of love
or were they lights to ward off
the dark lonely years
unwanted on the shelf?