erotica blues

erotica blues

erotica blues - in tasting your vagina
vanishing in the silkiness of cotton candy
ravishing the slickness of the brandy that pours from your bowl
not wasting a single drop as your sweet honey drips thickly
having been fasting - desire does the licking
having been fasting - have forgotten
where does it go in to do the sticking?
having been fasting - strong desires
nursing the past rejections with hard injections
having been fasting - seeing your vagina my strength is everlasting
getting a firm grip on erotica blues, yet still looking for wet clues
trying to get what feeling glues me to the scent of you
denying the need - wanting to bend her over
denying the seed - wanting to take her over
what position… which karma sutra stance?
with the rhythm of dancehall reggae or a kompa jazz?
trying too hard to find the balance
between loving and lusting with a rusty heart
eating much too fast -
dinner for two -
and one becomes a sinner
between you and me it just won’t last
erotica blues is the raping of your soul
sadness like a blue rose that pricks when held
having a prose that heals when you are red
we both chose the path into the sad indigo of erotica blues
allow me to speak to you for just a while, please take my calls
allow me to touch you for just a while as a purple night falls
erotica blues a dinner for the hungry
she’ll take you there if you’re a winner
she’ll call you voodoo dick
a sweet hunger that is never satisfied
like having soul food and sweet creole gumbo
she serves a mean dish deserved…
placing her foot in it before she serves the rice
always knowing the right creole combo and spice
always going back for more Hors d’oeuvres because it just felt nice
but it’s not the price of a true meal
erotica blues is the deep sadness after lust
feeding it to feel briefly alive
when the meal is over you are still deeply alone
wishing it was a dream but this deep loneliness is very real
so lonely… alone to never love again
our attraction was purely sexual
found your used and torn panty under my bed today
cried… again like yesterday
could not hide… dream you all the time
a fade scream… to cream in kind passion
blind justice is sick in lust
fate is never poetic
wait alone in darkness even for the clever
to dream - to die
alone in erotica blues