I stuck my toe underneath the table and between your legs,

You smiled at me as if to say, “be nice!”

Sometimes, I swear in 3 different languages for your happy ending would I beg,

You just keep on smiling across the table picking at your rice.

“I go next wee, come back net mon..” you say looking for a reaction,

“Pom mai chawp, “ I say looking sideways to the street,

My toe now has been joined by your erection,

And I picture the rice you nibble on to be the spunk of my meat.

Like cuneiform, we read each other with ancient knowledge,

As if Jehova threw a bigass white party complete with poppers and gay porn,

I knew I'd miss you even then…I’m nothing compared to the beckoning of some far off college,

And so now you're off..somewhere cold….with some other boy or girl I’m sure to keep you warm,

Nice, Rice, Jehova…porn… What does it matter with all this distance between us?

I end this poem now wishing for your lips around my penis.

Your lips around my penis

Your lips around my penis..

By Jehova, I want those lips around my penis.

Come back!

written for pookie, moo moo, and ray ray.

---me

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[Edited 7/20/10 7:32am]

zaza said:

What?

Rice and Nice rhyme beautifully.

TheVoid said:

I stuck my toe underneath the table and between your legs,

You smiled at me as if to say, “be nice!”

Sometimes, I swear in 3 different languages for your happy ending would I beg,

You just keep on smiling across the table picking at your rice.

“I go next wee, come back net mon..” you say looking for a reaction,

“Pom mai chawp, “ I say looking sideways to the street,

My toe now has been joined by your erection,

And I picture the rice you nibble on to be the spunk of my meat.

Like cuneiform, we read each other with ancient knowledge,

As if Jehova threw a bigass white party complete with poppers and gay porn,

I knew I'd miss you even then…I’m nothing compared to the beckoning of some far off college,

And so now you're off..somewhere cold….with some other boy or girl I’m sure to keep you warm,

Nice, Rice, Jehova…porn… What does it matter with all this distance between us?

I end this poem now wishing for your lips around my penis.

Your lips around my penis

Your lips around my penis..

By Jehova, I want those lips around my penis.

Come back!

written for pookie, moo moo, and ray ray.

---me

You have a very musical and rhythmic sensibility of poetic language...in more than one apparently.... Something I have lost in recent years and I am trying to regain... Keep writing!

[Edited 7/20/10 7:32am]