Man Whore
Blissful 6-Pack
His was a beauty leaving women envious,
unadulterated manliness, desirable, like eternal life,
conversations left ears wet, waiting, wanting
each interaction, unbridled passion,
bottled up like virgins, honeymoon nights,
words exploding upon exit, entry,
he was humble, everything a woman needed,
affectionate, pleasing, insatiable, intellectual,
his perpetual fires burned, roared, engulfing
any, all which stood betwixt him, God and his
goals…
We were roommates in college, recently reunited
on a chance business trip, both single, I divorced,
he, of course, by choice, unable to deal with his
x-cheating, I related, wifey left for same reasons,
time had changes us like seasons, he had grown cold,
old in wisdom, listened as intently as he spoke,
once filled with hope, now empty like Jewish coffers
during holocaust, painful, hurtful, bitter tears fell,
while I held his hand, he held my attention, hours
past, picture crystal clear, he was here, the place
where those who journey rarely return;
suicide’s walkway, further steps would lead to an
reprehensible dinner date with death – I offered
a rain check…
The drive to my hotel was quiet, mortuary silent,
he had spent two hours giving of himself,
wondered if he wanted something in return,
I was willing, after all, we were friends, associates,
time to learn?
He stood above, I seated below, on the corner of the bed,
looked up into his eyes, past the ripples, past the pierced nipples,
directly at his mouth which was begging for an embrace,
begging for a place of escape from the reality
he was weak to the point of quitting living, separating
his physical, spiritual being, I asked,
“What can I do to make it better?” His response,
“remove your pants.” The whole time, I was thinking,
“does this make me bi or gay?” either way, he felt good,
especially when he tightened while releasing deep into my body…
It was the best sleep of my life, I think I’m in love, damn!
His was a beauty leaving women envious,
unadulterated manliness, desirable, like eternal life,
conversations left ears wet, waiting, wanting
each interaction, unbridled passion,
bottled up like virgins, honeymoon nights,
words exploding upon exit, entry,
he was humble, everything a woman needed,
affectionate, pleasing, insatiable, intellectual,
his perpetual fires burned, roared, engulfing
any, all which stood betwixt him, God and his
goals…
We were roommates in college, recently reunited
on a chance business trip, both single, I divorced,
he, of course, by choice, unable to deal with his
x-cheating, I related, wifey left for same reasons,
time had changes us like seasons, he had grown cold,
old in wisdom, listened as intently as he spoke,
once filled with hope, now empty like Jewish coffers
during holocaust, painful, hurtful, bitter tears fell,
while I held his hand, he held my attention, hours
past, picture crystal clear, he was here, the place
where those who journey rarely return;
suicide’s walkway, further steps would lead to an
reprehensible dinner date with death – I offered
a rain check…
The drive to my hotel was quiet, mortuary silent,
he had spent two hours giving of himself,
wondered if he wanted something in return,
I was willing, after all, we were friends, associates,
time to learn?
He stood above, I seated below, on the corner of the bed,
looked up into his eyes, past the ripples, past the pierced nipples,
directly at his mouth which was begging for an embrace,
begging for a place of escape from the reality
he was weak to the point of quitting living, separating
his physical, spiritual being, I asked,
“What can I do to make it better?” His response,
“remove your pants.” The whole time, I was thinking,
“does this make me bi or gay?” either way, he felt good,
especially when he tightened while releasing deep into my body…
It was the best sleep of my life, I think I’m in love, damn!
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 6:08:00 PM
...can i just say...that at any given moment, i expected to hear r. kelly's voice?!?!?!He walks up to the closet...he goes up to the closet...now he’s at the closet...damn he’s opening the closet...!!! :)
"the place
where those who journey rarely return;
suicide’s walkway, further steps would lead to an
reprehensible dinner date with death – I offered
a rain check…"
AND
"begging for a place of escape from the reality
he was weak to the point of quitting living, separating
his physical, spiritual being,"
Very nice...however, at the end it would be better to me if the reader was left hanging....like ok this was an unselfish act done for the sake of pulling someone from the brink. I was lead to believe this was about sacrifice.
Unless it is a coming out experience....
Sometimes I think you get in a hurry to post and slash your endings. Keep an eye on word usages.
Hey--overall, interesting post..you did ask what I though. I got to tell it true!!
First of all, I will give Angel a pinch for saying R. Kelly will ever emerge around anything you write. :)
Second of all, I gotta tell you. You throw me for a loop sometimes, but I like it. Shows your diversity as a writer.
i must say, you never cease to amaze me...and i don't even know you, but find myself here often reading to see what will he write next.
your subject matter is totally provocative. DAMN. great piece!