I just want someone to sleep with in both ways. Someone with whom a love can grow happily – with neither one of us shouldering more burden than the other. I don’t want to labour or suffer for you. I want to easily please you and to be easily pleased in return. In you hands, I want to feel my restlessness lift away and leave me. I want to exercise vulnerability and not resilience. I want to feel no restraint, only joy, as I lie with you fondly and feel gladdened by your heavy presence, your lion-gentle breath.
Distinctly average man seeks monogamous bi woman to annoy by saying that him and his girlfriend are looking for a “play mate”*.
*(“Play thing”, “good time” and “unicorn” also accepted.)
People don’t just disappear because the main character stops sleeping with them.
These words are just clicks and squeaks and growls, telling you I want you.
This keyboard and the one on my phone are sticks in a termite hill, are feathers in my tail, and what I really want is for us to grab each other and bond and fuck for a few years, maybe longer, if you like.
“It’s been a little time,
I’ve had a little think.
I don’t think I want you.”
He said with a wink.
“I’ve had a little time,”
He went a little pink,
“I have found another love,
I’ve made another link.
I know that you love me,
I know your soul may sink,
But this is the right way my love.”
He gave a gormless blink.
She looked back upon him,
Her eyes they made no wink,
Her face was stony stillness,
Mouth open, petal pink,
He deflated her that evening,
Pushed under the bed,
Bored with shagging blow-up dolls,
He cut a hole in Ted.
under the leaves
press-ups on god’s lawn
dig my finger in the soil and it’s perfect, bugs move out of my way
I press my breasts together and I look at the result – I click.
I pout gently, just a bit – I click.
I click into a place where we share space, where I can see you looking back at me instead of my own wanton face in the square.
I’d like you in the curves of my body, I’d like you in the curls of my hair.