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Tea Soaked Frustration
By Blkwidow77

 


~~~It would probably be a good idea to read my other poem 'Rubber Octupus' FIRST. This is a sequel to it.~~




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Tea Soaked Frustration

 

 

What does it mean

When you pursue something

That you don't intend to take

Even if it... he begs at your feet

 

Does it mean anything

When I wake up on Saturdays

Decidedly ravished for Chinese

And I'm not sure if I mean food

 

Or am I really fooling anyone

When I go to the same restaurant

And tell myself the food's better here

The chintz lighted pictures more vivid

 

Is it really particularly normal

That I can't find the right top to wear

And frustrated, I consider wearing nothing at all

Obviously, I wouldn't make it there like that

For a variety of reasons, I'm sure you can guess at

 

Is my anger understandably justified

If I walk in colored deeply peacock seductive

My hair silky and left down to flow behind me

My lips painted in absolutely wet pouty perfection

And every males' eyes devour me whole... but his

 

How can I play that little lovers game

If I suck the salty brown sauce ever so slowly off

My imagination substituting my fingers for his lips

And some guy moans softly baritone from across the room

But he doesn't notice, as he counts the bent silverware

 

I'm beginning to seriously wonder

When I notice that his hair's cut very different

And that his light smile insisting as happy as it was

If he'd ever notice me sitting cross legged and naked

On top of the chipped wood table that he's seated me at

 

Would it frighten him at all to know

That if I wasn't restraining myself S&M ?tightly

Then I'd walk straight over and grab him by the hair

And drag him into the backroom he usually rests in

To finally satisfy the real hunger, dark green beans can't touch

 

Must I simply resign to my sorry little fate

That he is decidedly deaf to my fog horn siren's call

That I'll have to bite at some random other guy's ears

Who actually notices I suck on the tip of the fork intentionally

This is another Saturday night, he's left my toes soaking in the green tea.

 



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*sigh*

My love life is just one grand misadventure...

 

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