After A Poetry Reading

I'm at another poetry reading,

This time at MOD coffeehouse and

We're a small group of four.

We're our own literary island among

The regulars and locals and students and

Even an occasional visitor from out of town.

Am unable to keep my eyes off of Theresa,

She's wearing something low cut and tight and

I'm enthralled by the small brown mole

Peeking out from her left breast.

She's older and a massage therapist and

Her deep southern voice drips with sex

As she recites some poetry. How long has it been for me?

I'm imagining her hands kneading and stroking

My muscles and body to a happy ending.

Then there are the girls working the coffeeshop;

Pretty young twentysomethings.

Single I'm sure and with nothing to lose and

At least not too attatched at that tender age.

Too many issues and hang-ups for my liking.

They're not that secure in themselves - yet.

The clock strikes ten and the shop closes up

So I'm cruising on the seawall in the

Cool clear night on my way home all hot and horny.

I spy a girl or two walking the street

All slow and deliberate and it's

Rather obvious what they're selling.

A lustful storm rages within me,

Fueled by Theresa, the coffeeshop girls, and the streetwalkers.

No sense in going there, but damn I wish I had

Some cash and then what would happen?

I continue on home with my imagination

Rushing and racing and a rock hard erection

Trying to explode through the denim of my jeans.

I'm raging hot and horny and want to fuck - pure and simple!

The kind of hot and wet sweaty sex with little emotion.

Just the physical act and the enjoyment and the release.

Don't ask me why I'm like this; overly strong sex drive,

The poetry, the mole on Theresa's tit?

At home now and Dana "isn't in the mood"

So I'm not getting laid there either; not even

A blow job so we just go to bed.

Furiously masturbating to the visions in my mind

Of the streetwalkers, the coffeeshop girls, and Theresa.

But it's all just self service love and just fantasy.

Damn I wish I had a girlfriend or just a fuck-buddy!

I shoot my load and feel the welcome and familiar wave

Of relaxation and release - for now at least.

Back in reality, I listen to Dana's breathing and

Wrap my arms around her cupping her breast

And I go to sleep.