Submissions by soulofsuzanne

I realize
My head is a maze
Of convoluted conclusions
Errant delusions
Because I felt it was right,
At first,
To fuck an almost-stranger
Over a desk
Greasy research papers
Sticking to my hands
He pounds away
Behind me, careful
Calculated thrusts;
Maximum pleasure
For minimum movement.  
Holding, with both hands,
My skirt above my waist,
I don’t feel him, really,
He’s just a body,
Just a smell, just another dick.    
There isn’t a way to wipe away
The tears,
These stupid tears…
Thinking...

On the other side of the bed
You lie unruffled and smooth  
Breathing just hard enough
To convince me you’re not really asleep
Just waiting…
Listening to my twists and turns
My audible, muffled sobs.
I have to remember
It’s just sex
It’s just an act
Store shop phonies,
With hard, plastic impulses
That mean so little, really;
And I have done an act or two
More times than I will ever admit
I have done an act or two
With your cousin
Your brother in law
And all your surmised treacheries
Are horrifying...