Dear Diary . . . day by day

I feel elated about that. Good moods like this worry me - they just seem so unfounded.

Oh, and it's an erotic poem, so, Mom, you've been warned.

Later

I'm begging for it in the early evening.
"Honey...I'm, you know, horny"
(And this is my boyfriend
so it's ok to ask now
not wait 'till the end of the night.
These are the perks
you get when you come aboard,
Afternoon Sex
and honesty).

Anyway, so I wiggle my hips,
toss my hair and purr deep
in my throat...
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

"Maybe later."
And he says it so I know he's
really Interested
not just putting me off.

"No, honey, now..."
I drop to my knees
unzip him, "...I'll be tired
later"
But he pulls me to my feet
assuring me it'll all work out-
just later.

Later:
He kisses me full on the mouth,
hooking his fingers inside
the way he knows drives me wild...
my mouth stretches...YAAWWNNN
"Oh, um, sorry"
He kisses my neck, cups my
breast and suckles...
feels so nice...
...
"Ow! Don't bite!"
"You were snoring"
"I told you earlier,
earlier was better..."

Finally, we're fucking
and it's such a pity.
I was so hot earlier
I was brimming with
orgasm
but now...

Hm. I think I just slept
through most of the foreplay
and I'm in and out now
waking up on the in thrusts
dreaming on the out
hey ay ay...lucid dreaming

he's a sea monster, his curls
comeing at me like serpents
Ack! No, ok, too scary
(although he took my yell
as a compliment - men!)
Ah, here we go
my Latin lover
come to woo all!
I am helpless!
I am a puddle in your presence!
Take me and I'll
fall limp
into your arms...

Zzzz.

Heather Shaw
March 6, 1999