Face it, we have a
Connection. It’s not
Just friendship. I know
You’re with him now, and
I know you masturbate to
Our memories when you
Think no one’s watching.
You can’t give me up. I’m still
Inside you. You might
As well let me fuck
You. You’ll feel better. My hands
Have traced the curves of
Your body so often,
It’s just muscle memory
By now. Come on. Don’t
Make me get rough with
You. Unless that’s what you want.
I’m game if you are.
Babe, not here. Can you
Keep your hands to yourself? They
Are going to see
Us. Look. They saw us.
Okay. Okay. That does feel
Really fucking good.
Don’t stop. I don’t give
A shit about the hot dog
Guy. If you stop what
You’re doing before
I come, I will fucking kill
You! Oh my god. Yes.
“You’ve been teasing me
All night, and it’s time you got
What you deserve.” I
Murmur into your
Ear, as I slowly raise your
Skirt to unveil your
Magnificent ass.
If your husband could see you
Now, what would he say?
Innocuously
It starts; you’re pleased with reforms
Less taxes, service
Improved. It ends with
A bullet in the head, dead,
Desolate, lonely.
(Image is an X-ray from Kosovo mass grave, victim of war crimes)
You must believe the
Tale which I will tell you. On
My way to work one
Day, suddenly did
I float skyward. Machines did
Slice my clothes from me,
And I was told that
My survival depended
On my coming. No
Choice was there, and so
With my pussy did I fuck
For all it was worth.
The mind and earth and
Universe shattering joy
Of my orgasm
Changed my outlook and
My life forever. And so,
Dear John, with regret
Do I end our long
Engagement. For if the Moon
Men made me come, you
Could have done it, too.
Now in search of pleasures I
Must go, they await.
The freedom for which
We strive, fight and die is not
Without its pleasures.
If I were married
To a woman like her, I
Would never leave her
Side. You can try to
Control her, but she is such
A woman, the one
You can never pin
Down. If a man makes her laugh,
She will open her
Legs, lift her skirt, no
Second thought. Do not throw her
Out; you go find a
Pretty young thing, and you
Can trade back and forth. Very
Civilized, pleasant.
Her strength surprises
Me. I am lifted without
A grunt of effort.
My sex is spread and
Pressed tightly against her, as
She wraps my mouth in
Hers. If I was still
Uncertain about what was
Happening, not now.
Too cold, you whimper.
I insist. You comply. Wind
Does not chill your heat.
Herman’s Hermitage 