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stains on the sheets
by Matthew Sharpwho are you to argue with me baby?
if you wouldve looked me in the eye
youde never have to lie wouldnt cut my ties
gotta let it go stoppin slow
now that i know we aint ever gonna roll together
i help myself feel better
still a little numb
at the strip club come back had a threesome
most men would consider themselves lucky
having these two honeys
driving all the way from kentucky just to fuck me
i feel so shallow like an uphill battle
to chasing my shadow
jumping through hoops to no end in sight
last night kissing heather pulled lisa in
by the belt loop to let her know its alright
im zoning getting caught in the moment
usually its sacred sweaty and naked
gaurd my heart so theyll never be able to break it
hours go by
knocked the lamp on its side
from the wall to the floor
three or four peaks each
the stains on the sheets can easily be bleached
but my honor was tested like my soul was molested
i would none of the above when i cant find love
no trust just lust to fill the gap i mustve snapped
held back frustration and i for the first time
a woman slept next to me without having sex with me
after a month of rubbing and kissing patiently waiting
four or five months of observation
before statin my intention to get her attention
the mixed messages suck
maybe she was just drunk
when she grabbed my penis like a genius
whispered to me how bad she wanted to fuck
we usually know whats next
but she like to get me erect then tell me no sex
the house to myself and so we spent the night
were grown it should be known that it aint right
to act like that with me
so wet i could see the spot through her capri's
i just cant take i almost wanna call her fake
i know its best to let it go suppose i dont need it
especially if she takes the time to read this
unlike her im not being facetious
you can believe this
turned a few women down being fooled like a clown
a ghost of a memory that may or may not come back
when you mature and learn how to act youll see why i acted like that
your words dont match your actions thats what gave me the urge
when we where in your car to ask when are you gonna grow up
cuz you might not be what you think you are
unless you was lying to avoid the stress
of trying to get it off your chest
i dont even wanna know
laying next to an ice sculpture whose pose
like snow left me froze and over-exposed
my soul melts like rain with only myself to blame
im not ashamed its not a game just memories im cherishing
i pray she dont embarass me i dont need no help
i do that just fine by myself
09/20/2009 Posted on 09/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/20/09 at 10:22 PM erotic and angry all in one. In L3 you have a spelling error "Youdh"
I really like this, At first I thought, maybe organizing into stanza's would bring more strength to the anger, the passion, but now I'm not sure. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/20/09 at 10:41 PM Intense because it's packed - this puts in that nutshell, crams it all in, the disillusionment, the truth, facing the mirror and not having to look away. This represents part of the life of that tree - the one that was trampled but stood back up, the one that's been rained on, dog raised its leg on, snowed on, snipped on, scorched on and now journeys toward a new season. The next crop will be a bumper, I'm sure of it. |
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