Got Me?

Where did you disappear to
late last night after we finished our Earl Grey?
Your conversational whore wants to know.
I caught a glimpse of your naked thigh
as you hunched over you boots,
struggling with your zipper.
I was reminded of the girls
who use to go the other way,
you know, those sluts.
It's odd that you should
transform into a leach.
Sucking the money dry
from some poor unexpected guy.
I can picture you,
hunched over a cup of red,
laughing carelessly as some
distracted loser nurses his beer.
Now that's a sight I'd like to see.
What would you say
if I happened to stray into such a place?
Would you question my intent
or sabotage my needs
because of your addiction?
Not that I'm any teacher,
I'd probably trip over my words
like I always do.
Fuck it, just as I'd like to you.
You turn me on with everything you do,
but your as blind as a bat
in the moonlit sky above my plains.
I lose myself in your eyes
as you read the classifieds.
True love, but what for?
Why don't you do it,
just like they did in Indiana Jones.
What do I need it for?
Without you, I'm loss.
You went away one time
and I ended up in a bar,
out of town,
where the beer was warm
and the women, the same.
When I finally awoke
from my drunken stupour
I was sleeping on the floor
near the chair that
always houses your cute little ass.
The funny thing was, it was warm.
I suppose it always is
no matter what you've got on me.





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