Musings by The Poet Loriet
Starving
After thirteen monogamous years,
I approach men as if I were
a hungry housewife on payday,
grocery shopping alone,
kids home with the babysitter.
I load my shopping cart
full of chocolates and penises,
salty chips and mustaches,
huge biceps and fine wines.
I wander each aisle
squeezing asses and Charmin,
kissing lips and biting peaches,
embracing beautiful men,
smelling strong roses...
I'm hungry for them all,
love-starved and overwhelmed
with a bad case of the gimmies
like a toddler in a candy aisle...
and, wow, do I want candy!
Lori Beal
I approach men as if I were
a hungry housewife on payday,
grocery shopping alone,
kids home with the babysitter.
I load my shopping cart
full of chocolates and penises,
salty chips and mustaches,
huge biceps and fine wines.
I wander each aisle
squeezing asses and Charmin,
kissing lips and biting peaches,
embracing beautiful men,
smelling strong roses...
I'm hungry for them all,
love-starved and overwhelmed
with a bad case of the gimmies
like a toddler in a candy aisle...
and, wow, do I want candy!
Lori Beal
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