To the Artist's Page To our home page
To Jennifer Waller's previous piece To Jennifer Waller's next piece
Anticipation Anticipation of becoming what weíve pretended to be. Longing to feel the touch of the words that youíve written... Fantasy is fantastic, Reality is real. Like the realness of your cock pounding deep and the fantasy of your hand on my knee or your tongue on my lips. You accuse me of being whimsical, but I didnít change under the light of the real sun when you ran away... Is this silly? It didnít feel silly when my head was beating against the headboard or when I sucked you dry. But maybe it was silly and maybe there was never any love. And maybe there was too much love and not enough distance to keep you comfortably away. Iím sorry Iím not your mother. But she would never love you how I did. And it is only in your fantasies that you could do to her the things you did to me. I was expecting reality and you were expecting a goddess, so whoís silly? And who is alone? I was anticipating you and instead I got your dreams of perfection. And neither of us, especially your limp manhood, is even close to erection.
To the top of this page