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Originally Posted by Trixie
Oh, and I should also acknowledge that I'm sort of weird and maybe not representative of all women. After all, I masturbated to a picture of a shoe today. Just a shoe, that's it, so what do *I* know about the average woman?
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Just Dance Away
You danced past me this morning
with nary a glance
a new hop in your step
a new jig in your prance.
I lie there discarded,
among your castaway things,
like so many before me,
just another short fling.
I tried not to notice
that I’d been replaced by such trash,
thrown out like the others
scuffed,
tarnished,
then smashed.
But you hurt me, you pained me
you wore me quite thin,
you used me each day
then did it again.
No thoughts for my feelings,
no rest from your pride,
you used completely
then cast me aside.
And oh how we danced –
to the music each night,
with me as your partner
we were such a sight.
We spun and we twirled
and we partied till dawn
till one selfish minute
I’m cast out - and you’re gone.
So move on and replace me
see if I mind,
just throw me out
and see what you find.
For I’m old, I’m battered
and no longer new
just one more pair
of your discarded shoes.
© 2007 R. Reese