Her perfume mocks me:
Lingering in the dead air
laughing at my loneliness.
Her just bathed smooth skin
Pushes me further away.
Feeling dirty with despair
I sink deep into the sick stained chair.
Mobile phone ringing, singing
Sorry songs at me
Such dreary pitiful pithy one tone tunes.
Her pink top tightly wound
Round her tiny framed torso
Fills these empty eyes.
Seduction such sweet seduction.
Teasing and toying from
A shielded distance.
Lips glisten like stars
A shiny smile of red luscious flesh.
Goading me she adds a little
More moisture with the tip of her tongue.
As my manhood moves letting me
Know it is still ready and young.
Occasionally she opens her legs
And divides the denim,
As it tightens and directs my
Expanding eyes to the centre
Of the universe.
Am I perverse
Or a man in need of loving.
Slender fingers flick back
Honey coloured hair
Her every movement aches me.
Consumed with lust
And the need to be reborn,
I stand like a just woken soldier:
At that exact moment of movement
A crumpled snowball of paper
Plummets to the floor from
my pocket.
She pays me no attention
As I stand frozen.
Only my sweat moves.
Eventually I bend down
Eyes to the ground
Sink back into the seat
And unravel the ball.
Reality in all its bold black
Glory stares back at me.
A list of words:
Nappies.
Light Bulbs.
Cheap chocolate.
Toilet Roll.
Bleach.
Tomato Ketchup:
Words that burn the brain.
She pays me no attention
As i re-crumble the list.
Shoving it into the black
Of the pocket
Manhood moves back
Retreats and sleeps.
All thoughts of sex, touch
Lust and release
Shirk back to the darkest
Coldest part of my mind.
Reality has won again
She pays me no attention
As she stands and steps
Of the bus into the arms
Of her sweet smelling
Asshole of a lucky listless lover.
Not Long Left
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