Monday, 15 February 2010

Post-Valentines Post: DIRTY TALK

I think I've said here before that I don't often post poetry I like on here, and that's because: a) I'm embarassed and b) it seems like I have to keep them a tightly-held secret until I can sell them for millions.
So, without further ado, the closest thing I've ever written to a love poem...

Dirty Talk

How can people say,
Do it for me slut,
I’ll take you from behind,
You dirty little whore?

In bed together
We talk of our secret origin:
A few drinks too many
And an awkward kiss.

Apart, I remember hiding
In the soft fur of your lower back
And seeing dogs in the street and smiling
Because I know you would.

Holding you down
When you have fits of anger,
My weight pressing down on yours.

It’s not that I don’t want to take you
On all fours
Tear off your tights with my teeth.
But how am I supposed to say that?

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