My Sheets Smell Like Last Sunday

The title drew me in.
The content was well worth reading.

(I love those moments when my eyes meet with those of wanton females.. :D)

one night stands: definitely a harvest for poetry...

Well its more along the lines of a 3 night stand. But the premise is the fact it will never be anything more. Well at least that's what I'm assuming. Oh women can be confusing.

This is so right on.  Cold fork reality at every turn.

I like your style.

Thank you. You are always so kind. I feel like we can relate in our poetry.

We do have similar themes.
I look forward to you reading you.
Our male perspectives jive.

The woman in the story has the under current of control over the relationship. A control the man takes for granted and has under estimated.

Its been a game of tug of war. Currently she's winning. But we all have to lose sometime. We can't always be winners in these sorts of affairs. In my opinion it is about time I have someone put me in my place. I almost forgot how it felt to meet a woman who's empowered.

“I AM YOURS! I AM YOURS!!, but only for the night”.

and this will be the cause
for another poetry
well done

you grow as u say
I also grow longer
every day

thanks for adding me
together we will be the longest ones
they will have to order
Special condonms
hahahaha
bigger than Trozan

Very well expressed, J..

And I will awake new, blossoming poetry
that will leave my hands cramping.
While my sheets and bed  
sit together
Holding and nursing
New stories.  

Love the last stanza so much. New stories evolving from the attentiveness of beds and sheets. Lovely!