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His Sordid Affair

by Delilah Coyne

Devoted and attentive,
his fingers caress and cradle,
pushing all the right buttons.
His desires reflected in the movement before him,
rushing forward, holding back,
thrusting and lunging.
The smooth hardness warming beneath the grasp
of tightly clenched fingers,
working their magic
with quick movements.
Fervently he manuevers,
moving his man to the very brink
of conquest.
Hours spent,
engrossed in the discovery
of new worlds,
pushing the limits.

I wait,
hoping his attentions
will somehow
return to me.
Longing for the same level
of attention and adoration.

Damn Xbox...


09/08/2006

Posted on 09/09/2006
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/09/06 at 11:33 AM

Surprised no one has commented on this, I loved it! Was so into it expecting a totally different ending, love the way it slapped me at the end! Great write and so very true of gamers.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/12/06 at 05:37 PM

I felt for you....and then I read that last line and I STILL feel for you! I'm a basball "widow". Different toy, same effect! Very enjoyable read!

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