For the life of me I can’t remember the poem I was composing as I was falling asleep last night. As far as my poetry goes, it wasn’t half bad. No I do not imagine myself to be one but every once in a while there are words bouncing around in my gray matter that really do convey what I am feeling and they need to come out.
She Comes to Me
She comes to me softly,
In the middle of my slumber,
Her desire is evident,
An insatiable hunger,
Pressing up against me,
Her desire to consume,
Turning over, I see
Nothing in the room.
Save for the gentle outlines
Of her face so sweet,
But in her eyes, unmistakable,
On me she wants to feast.
I yield to her advances,
Her beauty I behold,
But growing deep within
Desire, grown of old,
From something once repressed,
Aching to be free,
Thankful that finally,
She can trust me.
-- I.R. Shackleford
PS. Please forgive any misspellings, I am a terrible speller, and I know the words I want to use, but sometimes after Word gets through with them, I might not have them in the correct context. The word that prompted me to put this post script was “insatiable”. It just looks funny now, but please feel free to let me know if something doesn’t look right.
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7 comments:
This is beautiful, really. I enjoy hearing your male perspective of desire.
This was fantastic. Beautiful even.
And I know about insatiable - there's a reason that's my screen name ;)
I'm a terrible speller too. We can start a club!
Button: yeah? Men have desires too!
Kate: Thank You
Conquette: We could start a club. Kind of along the same lines I actually had an idea, that maybe some of us could write some stories or a story, kind of an morphing of all our different stories into one central character. Oh well just a thought.
So...I have browsed the archives and -- I'm confused!
Things I know about Shackleford:
1. He has a nice ass! :)
2. He can so spell, there wasn't a single spelling error in this entry.
3. Mrs. Shackleford is, for unspecified reasons and to an unspecified degree, um...let's call it indisposed.
4. There's somebody else, I think?
I realize the whole writing-on-the-internet thing is a little fraught, given the subject matter, but, dude, you're a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a Tootsie Pop.
We can haz backstory, plz?
Helen: seems like we may have at tit for tat situation here... and of course we both played along on the HNT. well, three for us actually with Button.
history... hmmm. you know what, i may do that as a seperate post. would that satisfy you?
Oh you may need to tell me any specifics you wish to know... If I am so inclined I may touch on them.
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