Damn you poem!
you are nothing more than
a flirt
a prick tease
a girl who lets me down
with such ease.
I still love the hunt
no matter how many times
the wheel circles back
bitting me in the ass
 
Now I appologize
I normally am a gentlemen
and would never use such
language around you
but you give me no other choice
 
Maybe it's me
maybe I'll see the real truth
once we start to mingle
on these white sheets
for a while
steaming up the windows
of my room
with our passonate condensation
but I'm all too cautious
I don't want to heat
things up and end up
blwoing my load
a minute too early
making a mess
that I'll have to clean up
once you're gone
 
Nor do I want a menage et tois
between you, me, and the editor
for his dick leaves mine
in the shadows
waiting for the perfect
moment for me
to rise again
only to realize I may
have had my first
homosexual experience
 

© B.R. Ress/Arizona