Two Poems On A Theme

Wearing that look of confusion she never
gets
I am scared
& flustered

at the same time.

And whose pants actually
start to shrink?
Mine were already this
tight.

And you never had any
to begin with.

So let’s get to the
foreplay
skip the sex &
arrive at sleep in the middle of it all.

***

He’s confused again;
it seems at least,
that look is about him.

And I can see he’s
rocking it commando
without my x-ray

vision. I’ll bite my
nails, & twirl my
hair & it won’t be

acting (even though
I’m a natural)
honestly, I’d like to see

how far he tries to
take things, because I’d
go all the way if he’d

only
ask.

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