All men are assholes
Dad said so
But there's something about them
I'm drawn
It doesn't make sense
human race, that is.
women and men - commonality
They have an "out-y" we have an
"in-y" Jigsa puzzles
Simple picture
Not easily mastered
All men are liars
all women are manipulators.
We understand emotional being
know full well what to do
to the male mind
We stab them when they feel
So they give up
Treat us cruel
It's easier to make someone hate you
Than to love, so he says
I can't love.
It's my fault.
Female.
Men have no emotions
thousands of years
Protectors, warriors, keepers, owners
intimidated by our nature
body stronger, leave the
soul for women. We birth, they war.
Emotions are weak.
Unless they are hate and anger.
"I love you, don't you get it?"
he screamed as he put my face
into his fist.
All men are children
most children never have been.
Television parents.
teachers afraid to come to school.
Day one. Don't cry, boy.
Don't acknowledge your fear.
Love mommy. Respect Daddy
Don't kiss Daddy.
Boys don't do that.
Homo Sapien, heterosexual male
Breast feeds as no other animal will.
well into his 90's
All men are assholes.
They have had their buddies since
they were three.
He's thirty years older now.
How come he can spend
a weekend with those guys
and not call once?
Does he forget I care?
or is he clinging to his
only sure stability
All men are assholes
"hey, I'll call you"
"I've never met anyone like you"
" you're beautiful"
"I love you"
"no, I mean it"
"it's been such a long time"
"Even sex is good with you"
it's always true, when they are
saying it
You can't feel the next minute.
When it happens, it happens.
And it's a different minute.
All men are petrified
If I feel, then I'm doomed
to feel badly later.
Bricks built since a first kiss
What does she expect?
A friend who will kick the
sheets off the bed.
But remember, she said
"all I want is honesty"
punishing you when you give it.
All men fascinate me.
The ones who buy into their
stereotype - murder themselves
the ones who reveal vulverability
Invite me into a whirlpool
Do nice, says the mommy
as she slaps her small boy's hand
Insecurity is masked by the
"non emotional" game. A lead wall.
They are physically magical
So many artists, so many nudes
Female, or male with plants
in their groin..........weird
I'm attracted by
eyes -- penetrating thinking demanding
attention
hands -- occasionally calloused wide palms
I fantasize of the touch of
a man's palm gently holding my neck
and the small of my back
pulling me closer to his
neck -- expressive contemplative arch
thicker neck, stronger voice
Voice which can reach across a football field
yet lull me to sleep in soft lies and promises
The body makes me alive
as he sleeps, I count the lines on his
face
As he rests, I watch the breath fill
his chest, my pillow
I hear a heart beat. watch his
stomach
I can stroke his side, watching his
hips
joining mine. I scratch lightly on
his spine
He shivers. I watch his arms reaching to
pull me closer until I smell his
shoulders
He is so real. No masks. Just
innocence.
His need for sex is mine
There is nothing I love more than
Being in a car when he has become
Horndog.
I find that erections can be a
wonderful catalyst for a quick
dinner.
I beg for his sweat. I wrap his
thighs in my lust
I taste his scent. His brow begs
for intensity. His voice is now
primal and truth.
Slide hands over his backside
Feel his energy. his need
his his gasp collapse
wetness
Completion of the jigsaw puzzle
Escaping with a minor laugh
I told him I could swallow him whole
I did
Walls down. Sleeping sounds.
All men are assholes
But the one I love is
a big one.
