Interrupted
by rayn via jill - Inverse Times Friday, Aug 3 2018, 9:49am
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while grappling with existence
a knock rudely interrupted my
possible victory, damn it!
it was you, rejection doesn’t seem
to affect you, so i stepped aside
while she rolled in pissed as a fart
take it easy, don’t bring me down
no, no, i have reformed
tho i would have preferred transformed,
while she plonked literally on the sofa
well, what is it this time, u’ve
already exhausted all the female wiles?
i love u and can’t stay away,
she said, spreading her knees
revealing her lust --
this definitely was not love,
more like an alley cat arching its back
offering itself
cross ur legs it won’t work
with that she sprang from the sofa into my arms
without falling over
amazed, i held her tho it became apparent
that she was acting more pissed
than she was
ok, take it easy, the last time u were here
u wrecked the place in a fit of rage
no, no, i truly am reformed
that bloody word again
well good on you
so what do u intend to do with ur new reformed self?
fuck you, now!
but there’s nothing new in that, i responded, while
her crotch was sliding up and down
on my thigh
release me u maniac, it won’t work
oblivious to my comment she dropped on her knees and began
sucking my cock, easily accessed thru my night gown
for christ’s sake, does anything penetrate that head of urs,
it won’t work, do u understand? while my phallus began
to react -- that damn traitorous appendage
look, don’t imagine ur tricks are working,
a man has two heads but only one has a brain
the other only mindlessly reacts
she could only respond in gags,
she was desperate
faced with this predicament what would you?
ok, one last time -- how many times have i said that!
another disastrous future was in the making
and to think, i had almost beaten existence
until that bloody knock, tho i had an ace up my sleeve
i was only putting her on to keep her keen --
so, until we grapple again, existence
You really got me going -- The Kinks
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