left limp
her slow backside
hits a silent retreat

i slide back into the niche
she fits like an old glove

the well worn routine
with synergetic release

she craves the emotional gratification
my simple loneliness creates
wave after wave

im lost in the animal of it all
beastly grunts and groans
a jungle of sweat

it started with tears
a friendly embrace
her eyes, look so dark
her mouth so inviting

i lay there watched her
get dressed, wander
in the dark to find a missing sock
everything comes back
(strifestruggle)

but I am too comfortable
to care

02/22/2005

Posted on 02/22/2005
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