Love Day Sucks #Poetry #ASMSG #Valentine

I woke up thinking it would be OK

then I realized just what everyone had to say

 

Happy Love Day…

 

Each time that word fell across my ears

Therapy bills piled up for years

 

I love you meant hitting your kids and wife

I love you meant giving up your life

 

I love you meant you weren’t good enough

I love you meant life was tough

 

I love you meant screwing someone else

I love you meant dealing with what was dealt

 

I love you meant not really caring

not really daring

to— love

 

 

My words might as well have been dead

When I said,

I love you …

 

It meant— I love you

 

It meant you were enough

I meant together we would be tough

 

It meant making love all night long

It meant “they were playing our song”

 

It meant I cared

It meant I dared

 

It meant my heart would be broken

It meant I would just be a token

 

to be given away

just like any other day,

and no I’m not OK.

 

Love Day sucks …

Fuck

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013 

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always tomorrow #SinfulSunday #Poetry #ASMSG

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always tomorrow

by Penelope Jones

sometimes i’m so small

i won’t continue one more day

reaching for the stars.

sometimes i’m so lost

i can’t take one more step

towards the future.

sometimes i’m so broken

getting out of the wrong-side

of the bed seems right.

and

sometimes

i take a leap,

a leap of faith

hoping

wishing

praying

i’ll land on my feet.

and sometimes, i won’t.

but…

always… i pick myself up,

brush myself off, and

shine a little brighter tomorrow.

Morning Glory… #ASMSG #Poetry #GloryHole #Erotica

Let’s play a little game
Can you name…

 

My favorite position?

Submission!

 

You guessed it

Come, have a sit

 

And I’ll tell you my story

About the glory… Hole!

Oh, my soul

 

I had no idea they came in so many sizes

And some had a few surprises

 

I licked and sucked the first few

The next instructed me on what to do

 

“Turn around, spread your slit.”

“I’m about to fuck you … until you can’t sit.”

 

And he did… twice

Boy was it nice

 

The last guy in turn

Left me with concern

 

“I’m not sure you will fit through the hole.”

“You do have quite the pole.”

 

He laughed, and so did I

Then in my ear, I heard “hi.”

 

His breath was hot

I was caught

 

Our bodies rocked together as one

Until we both came undone

 

He whispered. “Is that what you expected?”

“I think it’s been perfected.”

 

My fingers brushed his chin

“Yes, exactly as you penned.”

 

All a fantasy he shared in a story

Now fulfilled, Morning glory…
Hole

Penelope Jones Copyright 2013