By Cynthia Roby
When your lust is done with me
I’m gonna need a hearse.
I’m tired,
dry.
You have twisted and turned my hips
pushed and pulled and
stretched my thighs
planted snatches of hair in my pillow
loved me in every which way a woman can be put
and then some more.
What kinda man loves a woman
so hard
so rough
yet so good?
I really don’t wanna know.
Hush up and give me more.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Student