Guilt Trip

Jul
2005

I don’t want to have to wait…

I know I exude the understanding bit
but the fact is
I don’t want to have to wait
not for your mother to understand
not for you to get yourself together
not for my family to give me support

cause when I need a
hug
or some love
or just a nice rough fuck

I don’t want to have to wait for it.

I want to be able to meet you at your office
in the car
at the library
or in the mall

and have my way with you

or depending on how I’m feeling
let you have your way with me

in the shower
on the bed
in the kitchen
or the nice shady corner of the back yard.

I can almost hear your voice cascade cerulean blue
behind my closed eyelids
feel your breathe tickle feathery
down the space between my breasts

as your pink sardonic lips
faithfully mock the pleasure you inflict
upon my nipples,
reminding me that the pleasure - would never truly be mine.

I don’t want to have to wait…
not for your fingers to waltz inside
my cathedral of a vagina
or for your tongue to signal the ringing of my orgasms in your ears
through the walls
to the heavens

I want to be able to sing your name
like it is the last earthly duty left me…

I don’t want to have to wait.