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Principles Before Personalities Usually I want to get to know a man first But not this time Lust dominated Polite, debutant reasoning Not that the stranger wasnít worthy of it- Iím sure he was, But this time I just wanted this man To splat his neutral yolk Inside of my Venus fly trap And then get to know his Habits of irritation and addiction later. I was hungry Famished actually Hadnít consumed any real sustenance in years I didnít want a sit down meal But rather, A stand up Fast-food fix. I could devour without interruption. And there he was A bald, brawny and built Main course of a man Cooked just the way I liked Medium/rare Tri tip Thick with carnality Ready to be consumed By a Deserving patroness like myself. Was that so wrong? My ego and id argued about it While I sat by his set of bulging biceps At an A.A. meeting Trying to grasp principles (The speaker mentioned something about twelve steps) Who knows, All I could think about Were the twelve steps it would take me To jump his bones. My Legs were Twisted into a pretzel Arms crossed upon my Eager and erect antennaeís Replying to his courtship mating conversation With one word answers Giving him every indication That the shop was closed- Yet, His phallic elbow was overlapping The sweaty, soft Inside of my bent arm I didnít move Not wanting to break the subtle connection Of taut skin against pressed flesh. Me Sitting Statuesque Contemplating Between vice or virtue Watched him From the corner of a cryptic eye Looking for some inviting gestures A flip of the hair Tongue wetting lips A leg poised in his direction Something Anything I gave him nothing. He struggled with Open body measures To get my attention When finally, He looked at my ear- My blushing aconite Gave me away. He smiled And feeling confidant Asked for my number. I smiled And thought Little does he know What he is about to get Himself into.
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