I am wanted – English poem

Posted by: Naanny Butterchicken on: December 2, 2019

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Lonely, they are texting,

I am wanted, what am I?

Where is your boyfriend?

Oh your beloved boyfriend!

Dipping his lusting soul into someone else’s

Upstairs

Coitus through your emptiness soul

Here you are texting your “relationship” apart…

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Mischiefs, they are looking,

I am wanted, what am I?

Yourself blinded by lust,

Normally too fat for your league,

But suddenly lustful hot when desperate.

Where is your partner?

Oh your faithful partner!

Too occupied at work,

Or working someone else’s

Home alone

You ‘grindring” your “relationship” apart…

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Just a play, they are meeting,

I am wanted, what am I?

Where is your fiancé?

Oh your newly engaged fiancé!

A few days before

Sweet honey words on one knee

Begging through uncertainty and loneliness

Discretely raw,

Love your marvellously sneaky plan!

Downstairs on the spare mattress,

Let’s forget the fiancé for half an hour,

Let’s foul play that ‘relationship” apart…

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Then just a marriage, they still looking,

I am wanted, what am I?

Yourself stuck in your own muddy bloody mess

And your genius newly invented rules,

Where is your husband?

Oh your faithful oh-so-how-many-years-married husband!

Each other, asexual

Others, satyriasis

And upstairs, downstairs, indoor, outdoor

Tearing, dipping , smashing (and gooey, sloppy, muddy, bloody) their wonderful “relationship” apart…

… still tighten by the wedding band, rusted by the second last fingers…

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Again am I wanted,

Never wanted for to be loved,

Nearly fitted to be desired, but then,

Only wanted for lascivious troughs…

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02/12/2019

 

 

 

Tags: complicated, gay, gayrelationship, ironic, lust, Me, myself, never good enough, openrelationship, poem