October 2007
1 post
Ode to the Fat Man
In the morning,
after a night of making love so
tasty
that she now craves
lemons and sour candies
to chase the taste of my sweetness
from her mouth,
she dismisses me,
telling me to come the next night
to resume our clothesless coital fight
upon her pillows in the shimmer of the moonlight
through her window.
During the day, however, I am shunned;
my presence hidden away like her...