The Art of Sexual Frustration
Eye have a Doctor
in My Bed
and nice to Me
He is not —
He sleeps & sleeps
upon His Head
which I could grab —
is He Hot?
Eye have a Doctor
in My Bed
and nice to Me
He is not —
He sleeps & sleeps
upon His Head
which I could grab —
is He Hot?
My Divorcing Husband
has allowed Me to become
The Social Outcast
Who walks My expansive beach alone
Who sleeps with
The Virginal Banana
Who reads Her Verse
dressed like a vamp
while He refuses to ask
“How did it go?”
Eye asked my husband
if I was a creative
genius — he said “No.”