To cause to move to and fro
30th January 2009I’m a swayable whore
side to side
I go vacillating
sidling up to sweet nothing
homeless cat
on rotting fish
Opportune and indiscreet
side to side
I go deviating
catching something
in the gutter
hoping something
catches me
30th January 2009 at 3:04 pm
I love when you speak of yourself as the whole of the human sexual condition like this. Not that the rest of us are as good at it as you are…
31st January 2009 at 6:38 am
Did I totally miss the boat on that one? Should I have just called you a really good whore and been done with it? I’d buy you. Sight unseen! I will BUY YOUR SEX!!
31st January 2009 at 10:00 am
What? I liked your first comment very much. As to your second one, well … there’s a time and place, as they say. I’m afraid I just don’t know you like that yet, but don’t feel bad, we just met. ;)
1st February 2009 at 11:19 am
i keep coming back to this.
2nd February 2009 at 10:50 am
Rotting fish slaps many senses.
2nd February 2009 at 11:11 am
Cheers, Debbie and Marc. I’m glad you enjoyed the little poem because she enjoyed you.
5th February 2009 at 11:44 am
I like the ending especially - and I often find that’s the hardest bit to get right.
4th March 2009 at 2:12 am
there’s alot i could make of this…
and so i did~
from “i’m a swawable whore”
to the closing line
I completely fell into it~