As real
as the abstract
Maybelline, pouring down
your mimed face
dripping -
drip
after
drip
As deep
as the dark
grim-lecherous-lip-service
full yet scornful
Wide as the cavity left
where your
emotion & blood Pump
once resided
As intoxicating as your
bound
reserved
sheer nylon
restraints
united-tightly
around your
Cameo
legs
suspended
hogtied
and hooked
to your
hips
I curse you
for your
sensuality
I detest
your
sexuality
I disregard your
desperation
and I lounge here
assessing
your sexiest moment
was the time you
transformed
yourself
into a
wreck
And you enjoyed it
As, did I
I stare
at your
naked
temple
and ask myself
what on earth
I am
doing here
again?
Of course
I am male.
(A prejudicial excuse I know)
Oh Rubbish -
I am just me
[.]
Dangerously sexy.....alive with......threat? You are a true artist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...Ruby, you are spoiling me with your kind words, thank you. xoxo Al.