| Poetry: Lust: Because I am not him (1/1) |
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Because I am not him - Because I am not him, I cannot do to you, all the things I want to do. Because I am not him, I can not tell the world, I can not tell the world, because of him. You say I am what the Doctor ordered, Lots of warm drinks, and plenty of bed-rest. But bed-rest is the last thing on your mind. We do it everywhere but the Bed, You say the bed is for him, Where you make love to the man, who was thirty years older than you, when you said I do. Because I am not him, you will tell him what we have done, We do not make Love, We Fuck, and we Screw, and we do what the animals do. I feel you, thinking of him, when you are feeling me, and I love you, but I know that I can't, because I am not him. And when it is all over, and our energy is spent, I can not tell the world what we have done. Because I am not him, he gives you security, and a roof over your head, I just give you orgasms, instead, Because I am not him, Because if I was him, I would at least pretend to be jealous............ But he says that you have needs, that he cannot fulfill. |
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