Men drive me crazy
with their oral fixations,
always striving to get back to the breast,
their mouths always occupied,
never available!
You're no exception to the rule.
All I wanted was
to be ravished by you,
feel your lips crushing mine, but...
You stood there staring at the ground,
twirling your toothpick
around and around,
little love nips with your teeth,
tongue swirling around the tip.
It just kept on twirling
around and around and
around and
around.
I wanted to grab that damn toothpick,
throw it down, stomp on it,
throw my arms around your neck,
and demand,
"Kiss me, you fool! Kiss me--
as if I were your one and only
toothpick!"
But, as I looked at the somber faces
of the people around us,
I respected the fact that you couldn't.
Toothpick removed momentarily,
you gave me a quick hug goodbye
and promptly re-inserted it in your mouth,
and you disappeared into the distance,
still twirling it around and
around and around.
Damn! I never wanted so badly
to be a toothpick before!
You've killed this vampiress softly
with your miniature wooden stake.
I approach the night alone
once again.