of owls & oleander~  

you come home
smelling like
a bordello whore,
go out
get your dick wet
but it's me
getting shafted ~
... she reeks sweetly
[floral perfume
pour femme]
on your shirt
unlike my gaultier ...
does she fuck you
the way i do
darling, how does she
fit against your skin?
i see remnants
of her touch
scoring your shoulders,
notches of rounds
& throes
in red crescents
[you are
a bedpost]
but does she mewl
& purr like i do
sweetheart, does she
claw like a cat in heat?
do you wash her
from your flesh
before you tuck up
& to the left,
rinse the taste
of her cunt from
your mouth
& spit]
does she let you
eat her like a man
on death row
being served a last meal
daddy, does she
blow you like i do?
you sleep
& i wonder
how we compare,
such polar opposites
filling similar roles ~
... i loathe the envy
filling the spaces
empty of your touch,
despise the hollow feeling
& knowing where
to lay the blame ...
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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