never thought
in all her days
that her bed of passion
would become a grave
she sits and wonders
with her legs spread open
how to conquer the pain
with no horses or trojans
magnum sized emotions
tempt her to cuss
but she’s trapped in the rapture
of a casual ****
and if that reality was brazen enough
shards of hot lust still drip from his head
drowning her in the memories
that swim across the bed
there they lay
lifeless
not only the memories
but the man and mistress
his sweat was cold
against the treasure chest
that she hoped he would cherish
like he did her breast
but he still didn’t care enough
to notice her heart beat yet
the arch of his back
was the sexiest
strong with a chocolate endlessness
but the smoothness of his words
had an arrogance
that softly whispered textured hints
to beware of his sandpaper caress
for it was a tender prelude
to how rough things will get
his forehead
was covered in foreshadows
she was too naked
to cover her battle
scars
already opened up too far
so she stopped fighting temptation
and let him loot her heart
it was a sign and turn off
how he dismantled her bra
intuition said he’d leave her the same way
broken apart
he woke from his dream
in search of a cigarette
she felt overlooked by his habit of neglect
he sucked the smoke with satisfaction
slowly becoming more
and more unattractive
with each drag she felt painful fragments
crumble inside her
and fall like ashes
she was right
(c) 2015 2themaxx.com
in all her days
that her bed of passion
would become a grave
she sits and wonders
with her legs spread open
how to conquer the pain
with no horses or trojans
magnum sized emotions
tempt her to cuss
but she’s trapped in the rapture
of a casual ****
and if that reality was brazen enough
shards of hot lust still drip from his head
drowning her in the memories
that swim across the bed
there they lay
lifeless
not only the memories
but the man and mistress
his sweat was cold
against the treasure chest
that she hoped he would cherish
like he did her breast
but he still didn’t care enough
to notice her heart beat yet
the arch of his back
was the sexiest
strong with a chocolate endlessness
but the smoothness of his words
had an arrogance
that softly whispered textured hints
to beware of his sandpaper caress
for it was a tender prelude
to how rough things will get
his forehead
was covered in foreshadows
she was too naked
to cover her battle
scars
already opened up too far
so she stopped fighting temptation
and let him loot her heart
it was a sign and turn off
how he dismantled her bra
intuition said he’d leave her the same way
broken apart
he woke from his dream
in search of a cigarette
she felt overlooked by his habit of neglect
he sucked the smoke with satisfaction
slowly becoming more
and more unattractive
with each drag she felt painful fragments
crumble inside her
and fall like ashes
she was right
(c) 2015 2themaxx.com