Its no use..
Late night TV is not
going to get it
Like a hungry lion I pace
within the monotony of
these four walls
Only once did I fill her hair
in my hand and pin her
to the wall
She squirmed like a captured
doe as I pressed my weight into
her throbbing chest
But that was a long time ago
But with a soft knock on the
door I came to my senses at
least for a moment
She stood in the middle of the
room with a seductive smile
I paced around and circled her
carressing her cheek and then
her moist lips with my index finger
'What is that you're wearing I said.'
'It's French she said'
'Of course I teased. The French.'
She dropped her purse
She strolled to the wine cabinet
unzipping on the way
There was little said between sips
as we locked arms as though we
were in some cheap two dollar flick
My primal hunger was unleashed
upon her whimpering moans
It was..
My 2am feeding.