May 26, 2007
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I wonder what it's like to have a cock for a day.
This is not a Freudian wish
nor a feminist power switch,
for I feel good about being a woman,
able to go around aroused all day
(with no one to notice)
able to sleep on my belly,
(no morning wood to wake me)
and even quickly zip my pants
without catching...
A peek
I want a peek at how to pee while standing up,
not squatting down on dirty seats,
on sides of roads, (spilling splashes on my feet)
I'm curious about what length I'll be
(if small hands do measure the size of me)
or even have a conversation too
(hey, there! what should I name you?)
If I had one soon, I’ll probably
lock myself in my room,
touch myself in all directions:
lying down, sitting up, bent over
sideways, frontways, always
caressing, squeezing, stimulating,
marveling at how fast it grows,
watching the skin stretch and know
the feel of it merging with the shaft
to the tune of heart beating, blood surging
throbbing tubthumping til I'm hard rock,
ready to roll and find me a woman to fuck
so I can find out what it's like
whenever you make love to me.
Remembering those times you tease me,
drive me crazy by not giving it to me
make me crave by rubbing it outside of me,
until I'm moaning, groaning, begging
you to put it in
Me
and my narcissist fantasy
of sex with a clear view of myself
moving in out in out in
porn star style-slick with wetness,
wrapped in heat, thrusting deep
"that's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it,"
I think I usually utter
when eyelids start to flutter
and those orgasms begin to stutter
p-p-pulsating, propelling pleasure
in waves- the walls contracting
around me like fists clenched tight,
I wonder if that kind of climax might
rival the enviable woman's multiple
which is why I really pray
to have a cock
just for today.
Labels: erotic poetry
