Pandemic Love~
of
Nora Wilson
genre
poems
The Pandemic did not cause me stress
if anything it freed me like this dress
The many years prior to its arrival
I lay on many a plate
played with like vegetables cleverly
pushed aside awaiting the waiter’s arrival
The Pandemic did not cause me stress
if anything it prepared me for the mess
The Pandemic did not blame me
if anything its distraction spared me
from you having constantly shame me
The coldness in my bed
you having claimed it’s only in my head
The loneliness in my head
you now claiming it’s the Pandemic instead
The Pandemic did not screw me
if anything for the very first time
it revealed to me
that you have never made love to me
While you have long taken pleasure
for all others to see
I’ll never be the meal you treasure
The Pandemic did not break us
it flushed away the fog
The stale calm of stagnant love
the vichyssoise, the réchauffé
were only romantic cliches
burdened with the curse of keeping
moisture where my desert had
long run dry
The Pandemic did not hurt us
it freed us
As the clouds clear
there is no longer that dryness
in the air
There’s a sadness, you no longer here
but three times already
I've had to change this underwear
I’m gonna so love this new year
****************************
learn proven sex moves that work… visit: tichaz.com
if anything it freed me like this dress
The many years prior to its arrival
I lay on many a plate
played with like vegetables cleverly
pushed aside awaiting the waiter’s arrival
The Pandemic did not cause me stress
if anything it prepared me for the mess
The Pandemic did not blame me
if anything its distraction spared me
from you having constantly shame me
The coldness in my bed
you having claimed it’s only in my head
The loneliness in my head
you now claiming it’s the Pandemic instead
The Pandemic did not screw me
if anything for the very first time
it revealed to me
that you have never made love to me
While you have long taken pleasure
for all others to see
I’ll never be the meal you treasure
The Pandemic did not break us
it flushed away the fog
The stale calm of stagnant love
the vichyssoise, the réchauffé
were only romantic cliches
burdened with the curse of keeping
moisture where my desert had
long run dry
The Pandemic did not hurt us
it freed us
As the clouds clear
there is no longer that dryness
in the air
There’s a sadness, you no longer here
but three times already
I've had to change this underwear
I’m gonna so love this new year
****************************
learn proven sex moves that work… visit: tichaz.com
0
votes
votes
score
0
0
Continue to read from the same author
previous story
Always been scared of anal until he made me do it
Readers comments on the erotic story