I have a woman in my bed
I don’t know what I have said
For her to turn away her head
And show me her back instead
I don’t know if she is dead
Or she wants to tear me to shred
I believe we might have been wed
No idea where our love had fled
I remember nights we had spent
In each other’s arms bodies held
I remember blue eyes a redhead
I called her a lover and a friend
I remember we used to spread
legs in between we gently tread
I remember our lusting heads
Tongues licking until we bled
Now all she wants is to behead
The rest of our lives to drop dead
I don’t know what to foresee ahead
More sorrow and loneliness I dread
How do I make her comprehend
I want to fuck her again in my bed
Time…It takes time for her to come around. Nice poem
I can’t wait that long…
There are always Tina, Pauline, Iesha, Marlene, and Princess.
Five Finger Friends lol
who is Pauline??? dont know any Pauline.. OMG you’re going out with Pauline???? mmmm
Well, give your fingers on your hand their own name and you won’t be alone. lol
If it’s been hashed out already, stop. If it hasn’t, do it until you have to stop.
If it’s time to end, end.
Wanting, needing, wishing and having don’t always have things in common.
You can’t make people see what they don’t want to see…
Unless you are doing naked handstands and you have long, red curly hair.
I’m putting those on fortune cookies. Watch for them the next time you get take out Chinese.💋
Do those fortune cookies come with dinner?.. dont want take out… I want to go out.. interested?
Call me
If she’s holding out…maybe it’s for someone else. Just a thought.
Naaj
Mmm… never thought of that
I know exactly what you mean Sam.
Seems like it’s a common issue for men and woman in long term relationships, particularly if over a certain age.
Most of my older male friends often wonder where their Harlot went and was replaced with Mother Superior.
It too will.pass …. everything does.
Mother Superior?!… Sounds like a Dune afficionado. Am I close?
Show her the poem?
Show her the poem?… you really don’t like me Willow do you ?!…. You want me dead
My apologies. That was truly never my intention 😢
I was just joking… ok but if I give her the poem… ill probably end up in the street… Can I crash on your sofa then? You did this… so you will have to let me stay with you…
My sofa is crazy uncomfortable but there’s a guest bed…if you’re not allergic to cats
I (nearly) cried for you Sam when I read this – perhaps its just a pregnant pause?
I don’t know.. you seem to have a good experience with this pregnancy thingy… or at least you want to … so you tell me… (Am I still a contender??? or you found a volunteer already??… I’m late aren’t I????)
Never too late to inseminate me, Sam! harriet-jacqui x
I’m bad about giving advice. I kinda agree with Naajir. I’m curious what went wrong. But I liked your poem.
Im bad at giving advice myself… if I knew what went wrong I would not have asked… well, at least you liked the poem.
The reasons for this cold shoulder cannot be understood by modern man. 🙂 I wish you luck in the near future.
yes modern man has been trying to understand modern women since the dawn of modern civilization … we’re still out of modern luck… why the fuck can life be simple and we fuck when modern urges happen… I hate modern days