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Originally Posted by tigermom

You're a poet too? Oh my! If I weren't already spoken for, I'd have a go at being your next Missus lol

Anyway, I am also curious, obviously. I was talking to Papa about a new concept for a website for women, which I haven't seen yet, where you have a solo male model (much like solo female performers) at the center of the site, talking to women, carrying out kinky hardcore stuff with female partners (maybe even inviting female members to join in?), with a personal approach. Think of a male Lorsha, Deep Sabrina, Kat Vixen you name it. If I would find such a site, with a hot guy, I might consider joining.

*Note* "Hot guy" has little to do with looks in my book. They're a good basis, but if he's stupid, cold-hearted or lacks a sense of humor, I don't care how good looking he is, he just won't do it to me.

I haven't written in a while - my ex stole/destroyed over two hundred poems (about 20 were good) when she destroyed my diaries. I wrote a lot of bitter stuff after the divorce – some of it pretty darn good, then I got busy. You got me thinking and when I saw Trixie’s comment about shoes I had to dig that one out.

I used to write with an awesome group of women poets on ivillage.com but time has slipped away and I haven’t participated in a few months –
the girls on the board used to drive me mad at times......

Quatrain in Monorhyme

Women in their maddened state
Laugh at me as I contemplate.
I tried to love and learned to hate
Now I sit alone and masturbate.

© R Reese 2006

And speaking of “cold hearted”……

Undressing You Slowly

Undressing you slowly,
I take care not to wake you
as I strip you -
of all protection -
naked.

Flawless flesh reveled,
I stroke you
Gently:
so firm,
so moist,
so tempting

But I wait –
for you are not all -
not all -
that I need you to be.

For I find you:
repugnant,
repulsive and vain.

Grasping a knife,
I forge on –
I'll change you,
forever,
not for others - but for me.

Resist not,
for I will -
will have my way.

And you will succumb
to my deepest desires,
my most basic needs,
my most animal lust
and you will do it -
and do it with glee!

Placing the blade
against your chilled
unblemished flesh,
I press –
gently
then firmer
and the knife slices clean.

The tears come abruptly,
staining the moment,
destroying my joy.

And I weep –
weep not for -
but because.

Hot oil smokes,
beckoning scars to your delicate flesh,
offering discolor to your bitterer heart,
and sweetness to your pungent soul.

And I offer it all to you -
as a gift!

Glaring through bittersweet tears,
I cast your battered flesh
to the scalding oil’s revenge

My tears vanish
as the sweet aroma
of your smoldering flesh
fills the room.

Why? You ask – why indeed.

Because I can’t love –
can’t love you –
you as you are.

So I’m forced to change you
with fire and blade –
for I’ve always preferred –
my onions ––
–– sautéed.

© R Reese 2006