NaPoWriMo DAY 19

NaPoWriMo Poem 19

Canada Dry

The cold embrace inviting
to a warm bowl of soup,
slurp and slurp,
and down the beer goes too.

The hotel room bed
welcomed the foreplay;
the blood must not touch and stain,
while the other grinded consciously.

The act of moving hands
slowly and then fast
licking everything down,
until the tongue extracts.

Next day a meeting of misery,
left devoid of pleasure;
around and around
muscles atrophied.

Despair announcing the future;
disabled after the reveal,
the night will come again
then, we shall see.

Another night,
another lick,
always true;
like a vision of love,
it was very light.

Another night,
another orgasm granted;
sleeping under long lasting smiles
only one, not the other.

Thoughs of desperation
begin to sink in
looking around these squalid corpses
her demise would be the same.

Not a caretaker wannabe,
no, not her
not a provider,
just a warrior.

Nothing gained in return.
Only fake smiles,
passive aggressive love
and hidden looks of disgust.

Travel to see
the same horrible face
never changing
always complaining.

The face of the complainer
stayed the same,
only to satisfy it's own face;
never reciprocated the gift that was given.

Travel back and forth
was not for nothing,
time's not waisted
a lesson has been learned here.

Always travel with a kind face companion,
chose the face that will eat you happily
and will not complain about it,
chose her who will not leave you Canada dry.