Cougar Poem by J.G. Finch

The love
for the taste of pain,
like the smell of flesh
bathed in expensive perfume
on a cold-hearted bitch
who feels alone.

Her frown is felt like almost death,
like large, dark clouds without the rain.
I kiss her lips,
never attempting to save her,
but I'm hooked on her poison and pain.

I breathe her in slow
as she smiles.
She likes the way I kiss her neck,
which is felt
like an aura of bitter,
potent heaviness,
arousing and malignant,
flowing in my stomach,
chest into my brain.

I fall between her legs as my body
tingles to numbness.
I feel kind of brave
as I sacrifice my youth,
wrapped tight,
pressed to her breasts.
I reach to go but
she comforts me to stay,
to marinate in her poison and pain.

I nearly fall asleep.
I become weak,
aroused,
confused,
don't know what to do
as I view her husband's clothes
hanging in the closet.

My eyes become blurry.
I stop thinking,
heart starts beating,
wish I used a condom.

Don't know what to do,
feeling afraid,
kind of ashamed.
Mixed feelings overwhelm me.


I now plan for my escape.