In and out in less than a second,
Moving faster and faster towards the end,
Slipping and sliding
In and out riding,
Eyes closed, breathing fast,
How long is this going to last?
He lunges hard eyes rolling back,
Panting as he empties his sack,
Pulling away after a few moments pleasure,
All I can think about is the weather!
Clean and dressed he stands at the door,
Fifty quid in my hand and arranging for more,
" Same time next week. See you then."
Slamming the door on his back again.
Why do I feel as if I'm dirty?
Why do I do this still?
Rent's paid, TV too,
Why is it this I do?
Money for a few moments pleasure,
All this so that I don't lose Heather.
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First Published in:
'Politically Correct' Anthology
ISBN:
1-85930-427-3 (Hardback)
1-85930-422-2 (Softback)
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The Book of Dreams
PoetryFrom my first efforts to get published as a teenager, to some of the things I have thought about during University... experiences of Death and loss, as well as drunken poetry rambles. Poetry helps me to think about things that are happening in life...
