Mean Erotic Poems

as i arrive you go away
in an instant
saying bye
i got to go, i have a date on the island
somewhere
distant, so distant from you

you left a note telling me my erotic poems
are mean
and not exciting and not turning you on
like a woman should be
reading about sex, sympathy, some tea and company
some smoke
making love to the red curtains
some hard liquor
to make your breast stiff
and

a fighter, like the way how hard i turn on
you
and like the way my hands go wild and smash
the softness of your thoughts

you leave and heave an ending sigh
your signature
of

i hate you, i hate you, i hate you
perhaps even promising not to read
any poem
of mine anymore, anywhere, anytime

i understand,
the poems are mean, they are not meant for you

they long for someone
somewhere and her name lingers still
in my arm like a rose tattoo

there is a thorn there
always and some drops of blood
dried

now, more like some drawings, mere drawings of my youth

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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