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The poet said:

“Dildo days/ She can’t deal with wish wash ways
She knows where its been
because she knows where it lays”

My reply…

Interesting that a creature with so many dimensions/ can compare a dildo to a man with such conviction/

Female, as spontaneous as the winds that usher in the chill of a changing season/

Female, known to flip the script while telling you the reason/

Female, the one males hate to cross out of fear they may get even/

My ego’s in check tho/ I fear not the stiff plastic/ That lays in shadows of a night stand waiting for the fantastic/ wetness in the gloom of night when your libido gets drastic/ elastic as it me be/ It is not me/ spastic as it may be/ It is not me/ Drama free/ absolutely/ but also free of emotion/ in spite of its devotion/ The heart is where the orgasms start/ loooooong before the flower petals part/ long before the syrup becomes hot enough to drip down walls of sweet sugar cane/ the g-spot must be tickled in the center of your brain/ Even though you know this well/ allow me to explain/ Plastic that’s stiff/ and a tired wrist/ can’t be sexier than this/ a male & female selflessly sharing their gifts/ Intellectually/ foreplay that enhances things sexually/ and when you are done/ after the many times I’ve made you cum/ We’ll have conversation and exchange our wisdom/

Pause/

In the event this is the night you are insatiable/ I will pull your little friend out of the night stand so he can fuck too/ Now look at you/ My tongue playing helicopter on your clit/ while I thrust your rubbery friend inside you/ Damn Bo/ You’ve got me hard again/ with your cum on my chin/ and now I want to fuck too/ tired? I don’t think so/ but out of consideration we fuck slow/ till the Sun says hello/ through your bedroom window/ and as you sleep I pay the bills due/ then scramble up an egg or two/ Surprise you with something new/ then lay out the day’s options for you/

So I digress…

Dildo days/
I realize you can’t deal with wish wash ways
you know where it’s been
because you know where it lays

I know when I’m not around you have to do your thing/

Just know when I am around that I am the true King/

GB~

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author/novelist/poet also known as Graffiti Bleu, loves and lives in northern California. He was born in New York City and received some serious game and [learn more]

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