sexydeltagirl
05-10-06, 11:43 PM
*Disclaimer: This poem is not about me*.......
Okay, so I know he doesn't belong to me...
I just borrow him from his girlfriend of 5 years...
He says she boring...so he seeks excitement...
In my bed...
I do those things that make his toes curls...
Have him begging for mercy and paying my bills...
I don't believe him when he says he loves me...
It's only the dark liquor talking...
But sometimes when he's not here..
I think about those times...
When he told me he couldn't cum anymore...
For a brief second....
I felt powerful...
Unlike how I usually feel...
Powerless...
Not having the strength to reject..
His 2am phone calls...
His secret knock at my door...
His leaving before the sun comes up...
Secretly whispering in the bathroom to her...
"I'm on my way"...
If she only knew...
The things he does to me...
He says my body is a wonderland...
And not only does he use his hands...
He uses his tongue as well...
I wonder when he kisses her...
Can she taste my sweet nectar...
Ask him if he's been eating peaches...
He doesn't even have the decency to wipe his face....
He just sticks out his tongue and licks around his mouth...
Takes his fingers and sucks off the rest..
He's no nasty...
Which keeps me hostage...
Not even resisting when he insisted on tieing me up....
I know this won't last much longer...
I'll soon want more than what he's willling to offer...
So I'll keep this going on until the other parts of my body want attention...
Like my mind...
I'll want stimulating converstation...
More than just....
"I've been a Bad Girl"...
And him replying...
"What you want Daddy to do about it?...
To which I answer....
"Spank Me"!....
So as I pick him up from his homies house...
And he sticks his tongue down my throat...
I think to myself....
I'm pathetic....
Okay, so I know he doesn't belong to me...
I just borrow him from his girlfriend of 5 years...
He says she boring...so he seeks excitement...
In my bed...
I do those things that make his toes curls...
Have him begging for mercy and paying my bills...
I don't believe him when he says he loves me...
It's only the dark liquor talking...
But sometimes when he's not here..
I think about those times...
When he told me he couldn't cum anymore...
For a brief second....
I felt powerful...
Unlike how I usually feel...
Powerless...
Not having the strength to reject..
His 2am phone calls...
His secret knock at my door...
His leaving before the sun comes up...
Secretly whispering in the bathroom to her...
"I'm on my way"...
If she only knew...
The things he does to me...
He says my body is a wonderland...
And not only does he use his hands...
He uses his tongue as well...
I wonder when he kisses her...
Can she taste my sweet nectar...
Ask him if he's been eating peaches...
He doesn't even have the decency to wipe his face....
He just sticks out his tongue and licks around his mouth...
Takes his fingers and sucks off the rest..
He's no nasty...
Which keeps me hostage...
Not even resisting when he insisted on tieing me up....
I know this won't last much longer...
I'll soon want more than what he's willling to offer...
So I'll keep this going on until the other parts of my body want attention...
Like my mind...
I'll want stimulating converstation...
More than just....
"I've been a Bad Girl"...
And him replying...
"What you want Daddy to do about it?...
To which I answer....
"Spank Me"!....
So as I pick him up from his homies house...
And he sticks his tongue down my throat...
I think to myself....
I'm pathetic....