Cheating

revenge (for over-trusting teenage girls)

I hope she kisses you on your first date.
 
I hope her smile gives you those familiar butterflies in your stomach
I hope you grow to love her laughter more than your favorite song
I hope you do not think of me.
 
I hope your parents love her the first time you bring her home to meet them
I hope she lets you talk about forevers and always
And when you reach for her, interlocking your fingers together perfectly, I hope you don’t notice who she’s texting under the table.
 
I hope she wears makeup nicknamed things like love and desire for your six-month anniversary
And when you think how the nicknames of her makeup are reflected in her eyes when she looks at you
I hope she does not make you think of me.
 
I hope you never have an argument.
She will patiently agree with everything you say
And you will wonder why it wasn’t like this before
Do not think of me.
 
But when you leave the sixth voicemail, when one missed call turns into twelve
I hope she keeps you in waiting room silence.
 
When she finally picks up, on the twelfth call, and tells you she is sorry
I hope you believe her.
Wholeheartedly.
 
I hope she makes it up to you in dates and apologies, I hope you learn to trust her so you believe her the second time.
And the third time.
And the fourth time.
But the fifth time, you convince yourself
Something could be wrong
And you’re just concerned
 
So you drive over to her house, and she opens the door, and betrayal is staring at you straight in the face just because you care
And he wears a soccer jersey
and has perfect hair
and a perfect smile
and a perfect laugh
and makes her happier than you do
 
And you realize she is wearing makeup with nicknames like love and desire for someone else, and has been for months!
 
I hope you keep your photographic memory snapping
Your watery eyes flapping
Your lego walls trapping
I want you to remember this day
I want you to remember her smile
I want you to hear her laugh like a broken record
I want you to be broken
 
And when the day is over, and you still remember, when you take a good long look in the mirror
When you do not recognize yourself at all
When you hate the person you have become, then and
Only then
Do I want you
To think
Of me.

I know you still love her...

In your eyes I see your pain
I see how hard it is for you to forget
I can feel how you struggle trying to be sane
While your being tortured by her hallucination
I know you picture her and you with Every kiss we share
I know you wish it was her standing there
The taste of my lips are foreign to you
And you search for her sweet flavor
With every hug, I see how much you miss her
You hug me tightly but I know you're trying to remember how
she felt in your arms..
Im fine with Holding hands even though for you,
her hand is something I can't replace
And My touch is lighting, striking you with memories of her face
Your smile is weak and it looks like your about to fall apart
I know your searching for her scent beneath my own aroma
I know you just can't get over her no matter how hard you try
And when you say you love me I know you still love her...

When We Were Young




The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us

The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me

The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
 
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy game
Our voices trying hard to not be heard
And the look on my face
A bright, white smile
Thanking you for the opportunity to let go.

I miss those dreams.
Those moments when my body would cleave to itself
And my knees would fail at a thought,
One touch driving me wild
One touch causing every one of my bones to dance.

But you made her dance twice as much.
Her insides clung to you
And I was left on our bed all alone
Breathing hard,
Wishing you would come home instead
So that I could feel all the things we felt when we were young.

I can’t find a plural for the word “you”.


If we
just
lay it out
on a table
The truth would be
something as ridiculous
as you stole
my marriage
[and I loved it]

I’d do it again too…
over
and
over

It’s most likely
that my pen
wrote the future
in a history context

I’m not claiming to be Houdini
but
she’d have stayed
if I never met you
or
studied your panties
while I
wrote
her goddam
end

You’re just a bucket of lust
that’s why I love
you

Then again
I don’t write the truth

I do
butterflies, flowers
birds, worms
and
bees.


-x-

My Gothy Little Secret

It seems I'm always driving by that hotel, our twisted sanctuary
Unable to take my eyes away, remembering all the lust, the wicked perversion  
 
Hard to believe that it's been over a year since that day
When you wrote your number on my forearm in purple permanent ink
 
My little Goth Girl, sporting black clothes and scary tats
Piercings seen pale so in comparison to those concealed
 
Secret tristes where I become another man, the sadist who hydes behind my proper and gentlemanly façade
Where normal tenderness is stomped and shattered by raw, painful sensuality
 
It's always Room 124, towards the rear, safe from discovery
Convenient for fast getaways breathless back to the vanilla wasteland that is my life
 
Though twice your age you double my desire
Crushing your black velvetness beneath my wicked dominance
 
You always bring the toys, harsh and medieval
But funny how I know how to use them, wield them so deftly
 
I leave you more than panting with kinky impressions, proper branding
Handprints, clamp bites, and lashed kisses
 
But I too am left with passionate reminders, your evil souvenirs
Deep scratches out of reach and so far unseen
 
You let me enter Sodom's door, a place she always denies
I make you the center of my universe, making time itself yield to my power
 
Engaged in our dance, our S&M ritual, we meet each other's needs
For you, it's Daddy's nasty affection, for me total sweet submission
 
Beneath me you transform me into a god
Above you I surplant the universe, total erotic eclipse where I spew towards the heavens

God knows where she was,
somewhere with a three
or four hour
journey time
to get back to where I was.
This kind of distance
and time
always saw me slumped at the bar
a beer, a whiskey
and a cigarette smoking itself
from my pursed lips.

I was often watched,
you'll have to pardon my arrogance,
but there's a always one woman
who will go for the bedraggled drunk
in the suit
who can talk the talk.

She stared at me through the haze
and I read signs like you wouldn't believe.
I looked up at her
and finished my whiskey...
I knew her car was parked outside.

"I have to go now,
and I can't walk."
My index finger drew the path from where I sat
to the passenger seat of her car
across her thigh.

I got up and walked out,
around the back of the pub
and found her car.
I slumped against the driver's door.

Five minutes later,
just long enough to dim suspicion,
she appeared.
"Do you want driving home?" she asked.

"Eventually..."

really good poem.deserves a place

Second Helpings ! extreme content !






My morning ride finished abruptly.              
               
If that's a cold caller I'll slam the door          
in his face I thought as I climbed off my          
husbands cock.              
               
"Keep that hard" I said as I smacked his full      
balls "I'll be back as quick as I can" as I threw      
on my dressing gown and descended the stairs    
to answer the front door.              
               
               
"I've come to read the gas meter love" His grin          
widened as he leered at my cleavage.              
               
"look It's not a good time" As I smiled back.              
               
               
You see he wasn't the gas reader or milkman          
or repair guy, well he was but that was just          
to gain entry, Then once entry gained My pussy          
was his to enter, You see he was my secret rider          
as I liked to call him.              
               
"look It's not a good time" I said again              
               
This obviously had little affect as he walked in          
and shut the door, Pulling open my gown to reveal        
my naked breasts.              
               
He wasted no time as he grabbed my arm and          
pushed me over the arm of the couch              
my dressing gown lifted, My bum on show for        
him as his cock invaded my wet pussy, Made wet        
by my husbands cock ride less than five mins ago.              
               
"don't cum in me" my whispered plea              
"My husbands upstairs and.." I began to say              
               
He pinched on my bum hard to get my attention  
as he silenced my words, As his own words began..              
               
"take my cum bitch" as I felt his man juice flow
hot into me as my muscles squeezed his cock shaft
as best I could.        
       
"fuck..Thats better" he groaned as he gave one  
final thrust.              
               
We had no time for pleasantries sometimes  
these quickies were our only way As he
wiped his deflating cock on my bum cheeks,
zipping up and departing as quick as he came.              
               
saying before he left..              
               
"Now  go ride him hard"              
               
               
I rushed upstairs              
Layed out still on his back              
His cock erect              
               
"Sorry I was falling asleep"              
               
"who was that at the door love" he asked              
               
"Oh just a sales guy  no one important" I said as          
I straddled him              
               
"Right  where was we" I said as my cum leaking          
pussy sank down onto second helpings.


Written by Lookawaynow  

When democracy pushies come rolling in like vegabonds
all out of sight out of mind,
nothing but a nickle or dime.
The navigation invitation is free but the chase
is always on cheats. You cheated first
I cheated later its like an positive egoccentric waver.

If i find a negative I'll place it with another, negative that is,to match my cheats when I blow your brains apart with my canon robot dick.Because I am a talking Head, but there are just somethings your mind sets free.
Now whether your evil or you are saint is up to
the time the keeper keeps on me , and thats me!

I cried the other day because I gave myself the wrong time. But it was so right because the message he sent me was so intertwined.
Passive, passive echoe blown in the wind, and the
horizon is so deeply felt through the vacancy the Sun has to dismiss.

BETRAYAL
----

Your claws will dig at me no longer,
gnarled, sputum-covered digits,
cracked and crooked,
will curl inwards,
making that shaking fist forever.

But, your blood is sweet,
and the line it traces through this house
is like that of a child's game of hide-and-seek.
I find the end of it a room away,
with teenage scent and bitten lips.

I will betray you happily,
and so will she.
Her body fresher than yours,
younger too, and leaner.

Illicit Affairs

Only fools fall in love is a worn-out phrase
For those folks always caught up in a maze
Of entangled web of lies and deceit
And always excited on affairs that are illicit

A one-night stand with someone you met at the bar
Then had a quickie in your low-down car
Couldn't afford a room in a dingy motel
That's how low you are, anyone could tell

You said you get excited getting it on in public
Especially with someone you just saw her pubic
The thrill of it all lies on not getting caught
With your zip fly open, and your dick in her throat

I was glad when you stopped your philandering ways
Of which the silent witnesses were only the highways
It was short-lived though, as I heard the bad news
You died of HIV-- a victim of your own follies

Now that you're gone, what legacy have you left
To your children and wife who continuously weep
Homeless and starving... barely clinging to sanity
You deprived them of their pride, stole their dignity

Swerve Ahead

I never fathomed
seeing the day
When I'd sit explaining
another, to you

You're asking me questions
but you hold all the answers
holding the letters
and the last of our chances

What were you thinking...
What the hell happened...

You're second guessing everything
invoking disaster

Is it love...
Why'd you do it...
Was I not enough...

You're telling me to answer
and screaming "shut up!"

My mind's feeling hazy
reality stings deep
I hear the fading echo
of The Stones
from our Jeep


Relieved in a way
that the battle took a break

and guess who I'm calling
to help ease the pain

rouge est la couleur du sang

They once told me
"Love is all you need".
Oh,had i known then
what it brings with,
my heart still would be intact,
still beating in one piece.
 
Mystical creature,
love that is,
not knowing what it really means.
Is it here to teach or just to destroy?
I thought it was my lesson
for being his toy.
But i can't see clear
can't tell what i learned
when all the broken pieces
still weep for the one
that got them destroyed.
 
Let me tell you the truth,
that no one else will:
don't let it touch your heart
cause it can never be fixed.
Love is a strong creature
that will bring pain with.
Better be quick,
seal your heart and save yourself
before it takes the pleasure of life
no love ever gave.
 
(k.t)

angoisse

i sit and watch the way it lumbers  
taking each victim by surprise.  
it rarely holds on tight  
even more so for a few nights.  
 
i am protected,  
but i still see.  
i have lived through it,  
and it left me lonely.  
it burned when i came too close,  
turning beating muscle into a stone.  
rythm of life is not all it took,  
there's much more to it  
than even i knew.  
 
i am protected,  
but i still see,  
how it hurts the others  
to whom it came so suddenly.  
 
how do i stop this torture  
and pain?  
it's simple,i can't,  
there is no antidote  
just time and wait.  
 
(k.t)

Lust

Nervous as I watch you, I am so drunk on this lust
My heart remains faithful  but my hands I don't trust
Please understand that I love my wife
No doubt in my mind that I will do for life

Our marriage is strong but as the days go by
I helplessly watch the passion wither and die
Aching for you but I know I can't touch
The shape of your body makes me want you so much

I dream of holding you in a sexy embrace
Can't let my marriage end in disgrace
If you could hear the words of your thighs
They would tell you they can feel my eyes

Down in my warmth you make me ache
Tortured by this potential mistake
I undress you inside my head
Lay you down on the waiting bed

I take back control from the desire I feel
The promise I made to my wife was real
Temptation is a game for fools
Damage is done when you break the rules.