Two drinks in but the numbness is not drowning out the disappointment
I really wanted to see you
Experience you
Chill with you
Get to know you further
Like a kid in the toy store that has to leave with nothing
I’m sad now
Broken just a bit
That one wound slightly festering
I hate it when the fantasy is torn apart
The mode was set and the cupcakes baked
Slow sexy jams playing
I wanted to be drunk on your scent
While you whisper with your low raspy voice in my ear
“Oh, you want it all?”
“Yes, sir…
Give it me…
I can handle it…”
But, le sigh
I suppose B.O.B has to step up to the plate just to get the edge off
Until we can link again
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Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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