A poem. Objects that objectify. Hah. Just a fun one after a holiday, because Mondays. Grumble.
Prickly
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#Outdooractivities
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Prickly. That's how I'm feeling.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Those handsome guys outside. Look at those muscles; bulging, sweaty, straining, stretching, and ... man, I'm dreadfully dry.
Yesss. Him. I need the heat. The one with the long fingers, I want his hands all over me.
I sit here, watching by the window. A perfect view of the park. The green grass surrounds the square across the street. When the guys come, they bring nets, soccer balls, tennis shoes, and shorts to stay cool under the heat.
I inspect. They peel off their shirts in no time. A pile on the floor the moment sweat trickles down their necks.
I'm that pile. I'm a pile. Call me a green pile of goo. Oh, baby, I'd melt if I could.
Hello, Handsome. Will you bend for me today? Flash me a bit of that rump. I could nip you real rough.
Yes, you, the one with the messy hair and the chiseled chest. I'd love to chafe my limbs against those perfectly shaped pecs.
I'm erect.
You rumble the ground beneath me to the tip of my head. I bloom and I bubble inside. Mostly, I stand here immobile, in a pit. But if I could, oh boy, I'd roll over every inch of your ...
The clock ticks.
At this hour, on the dot, you're back. Sometimes my roommates watch and bring snacks. They rush into the bedroom, sit behind me to giggle and gape, as you guys show off and do some tricks. They don't hold back. They never do. They objectify and say the filthiest shit!
The terrible part is I've never been touched. Nope. Not once. The hour is up and you guys leave me here flustered for a month.
Days pass. A roommate comes to check if I'm okay. I'm speechless. It's you who walks through the door behind her today. You're here? I'm here! I feel faint. I'm sheepish, I'm shy, I'm frozen in place. Still, I'm in love. I'm tender, I'm succulent. I'll forever remain untouched.
Please, please, you sexy fucker, pick me up!
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Sincerely,
Bella's cactus from Phoenix
Location: Her top shelf.
P.S. Your bare ass looks great on her bed. I am dead.
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