Squeak squeak squeak
You never speak ..
Just noises ..
Ohhs and ahs..
Welcome broken soul to my dubaoi
All are welcome to my temple no invitation..
Just cheap thrills..
Cheap alcohol ..
Age old adage .. “She’s a freak”
And my reply is “go deep”
So deep until I’m numb..
From this ..
Today I’m free and mysterious..
But tomorrow when you awake with vodka on your breath YOU will have come to your senses and realized I’m delirious ..
Asinine and Oblivious ..
A grown woman with an adolescent trapped in her equilibrium..
As I ingest this lithium and become my alter ego “Miriam”
I can fulfill your every desire I can be your naughty Librarian ..
Or I can be Amina .. Your queen.. Nigerian..
never a girlfriend ..or a wife ..
Protection? The stakes are high and I’m bidding my life ..
Picasso had his art ..
Mozart had his music ..
And I .. Have my tattered bed .. Bruised ..
Dazed and confused like the movie..
Golden globe Academy leading role in a series of homemade movies..
Ejaculation .. Satisfaction .. Craving .. Satisfied all over my satin bedspread ..ruby..
Your satisfaction is my aim .. Bullseye .. Truly..
Sticky and gooey..
Thunder showers gloomy ..
I’m dubbed thee “loosey Lucy”
My beauty ..
Has been replaced by booze and looseys..
As long as it’s juicy..
Too explicit for your MRS
SO I BECOME YOUR MISTRESS
the pain in your eyes .. i missed it during your erect ..
Reality .. We deflect ..
Regret infects .. You become the culprit and I’m the suspect ..
From your spouse ..
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
Lost all respect
Pull down your trousers..
Erase your browser ..
Lick that bourbon and hickory
Off your fingers ..
As my perfume and troubles linger ..
On your body ..
You aren’t apologetic nor sorry
You are not the 1st barney or barbie..
Who has found comfort in my queen sized mattress ..
I close my eyes the spirits that I consumed offers blackness..
Patrick .. Carol ..maddox..
Your fibers and hair still on my fabric
That I could not offer you more than a night/morning more than graphics ..
You go back to reality with your high ceilings and balconeys
And my morals go back asleep ..in defeat ..
That I ..
Could not stand up for the little girl caught in between..
You had your way with her .. And left her unread ..
As she cries into this cotton pillow .. All she can muster is I’m sorry bed ..
I am ego centric and consumed with self
And I apologize bed post for another notch under your belt ..
My ears ring when I cross your mind..
Is frozen ..
My soul is isolated ..
From the depths of despair and corrosion ..
They say never go back to what broke you ..
Flawed .. Fractured .. Tattered ..broken
Adjective .. Definition.. You and I
Wide awake .. On this dirty sollied matteress here I lie ..
Reflecting ..on why my spirits keep deflecting
And objecting ..
I’m ravenous for the truth ..
Your body is uncleansed but where is the proof?
I became your acolyte ..
Your follower ..
In this love I became a loner ..
Bruised in every sense of the word ..
Words slurred ..
I am your addict..