Death by Narcissist

She’ll do what you least expect,
Betray you in ways you never imagined
Turn to stone when your hopes are highest.

She’ll find a way to turn it around,
You’ll take the blame, resent yourself
Love’s no match for her genius.

As soon as you stop hurting,
She’ll seduce you like crazy, only
Setting you up, to break you again.

Debilitating, painful confusion,
Her behavior too unreasonable
To talk about – to admit you allowed..

Becomes your mission, imprisoning,
To see her be fair, show some heart.
it’s hell for you,  to her it’s winning.

 

 

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We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

That’s right drool

That’s right That’s right
I think you’re drooling
Remembering how you lied?
Said I made a move on you?

I’ve come twice and oozing
Out your sides, over your ass.
You said I’m a stupid man
With family money, probably tiny.

Now you can’t even look pretty,
Dangling taken, rag doll bacon.
Come too much, why frozen limp?
Cock’s makin’ honest bitches.

A Woman I met Watching Super Bowl, Took Up my offer to Watch it blow.

An offer in jest – never thought you’d accept

I’m all out now –  before your eyes, arching

Full reservoir, volatile pressure- shock

Zoomed –  engorged – trunk to shroom,

Your smile escapes, secret amusement betrayed,

The geyser roars, white and thick, precarious beams

Overflowing gush and ooze – your eyes on it all

You smile big – I  empty the last – we feel alive.

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When Losing Love

When they haven’t called after a day or a week

When you’re still waiting as a month is approaching

When it’s different this time and you know it’s for good

When you keep loving more and they love you less

When you don’t reach out because they won’t respond

When they need no goodbyes and you can’t say goodbye

When they were your future and want you in their past

When you can’t sleep and you’d rather not wake up

When you don’t know how you’ll be happy without them

When you can no longer get them mad

When who you are stopped being enough

When you feel so alone that you want to throw up

When you can’t imagine forever without them

When you wonder if their love was just imagined

When nobody else will do

When the love of your life no longer wants you

 


 

 

Face In Hands

Life, moving so quickly,
Art seems to have won
This battle for being.

I slipped back in
While trying to engage
Pursuits more rewarding.

The creating owns me
Outside of the ecstasy
it pays off nothing.

The loneliness is crazy
its magnitude  absurd
Had to be, maybe.

Fading and alone
I’m getting old
With no family.

Put my face in hands,
Wondering, is there
Still time for anything?

Face in hands

Taking Silent Measures

Sacrifice, Honor and Desire

True, it’s hard to stereotype and
Generalize people and be right.
But conditions and situations,
Can be unmistakable, universal.

I saw a condition this afternoon
and a total situation last night.
A girl caged by duty and goodness
devoted to someone, somehow loveless.

She’ll be around more and more often
By herself and less with boyfriend or husband
Every opportunity that is safe and looks prudent
Taken, critical sexual attention.

So often, as Sara was before last night
Too moral to cheat or misbehave, they
Hold their breath until instinct takes over
and they gasp into something overboard.

Look around at work and church, and
at the moms with the biggest hearts and smiles
Their eyes often document their wanting
Saying, “take me somewhere and fuck me!”

It’s sad to see, hard to fix their problem
They’re stuck with a lover who can’t or “won’t” them
And won’t with his touch and care describe
How precious and desirable she is to his life.

Sara was with us at the concert last night
Two girls plus her, two guys and no husband
He used the kids as his excuse, please
Sara responded by looking amazing.

We were packed tight for hours
Standing, drinking, sweating, zoning
Sara was in front of me, acting
Taking silent measures, grinding.

We all were squished and bumping parts
Sara moved and rubbed her ass on me,
In ways asses don’t do randomly.
She pushed tighter, honed her alignment.

She didn’t stop when I started growing.
Kept rubbing against me back and forth,
Nobody had a clue what was happening
She nestled relentlessly, I came.

Not a word or touch or evidence
Sara sinned loud with stealth body
Nobody knows but me and my dick
Now I’m buying two of every concert ticket.