ONE POEM – Philip Wardlow

Posted: December 4, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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Blue Balls of a Gentleman

 

Never was a pain so great

as to leave a man almost

doubled over as he walked.

 

Such a foul wretch of a woman

she was; to taunt and to flaunt

her wares so, to sidle up alongside me,

yet hold back her ultimate

charms.

 

Never to help me find release

from the tension that she had

caused to exist far below.

 

True, I could have taken matters into my

own hands like any chaste man should have;

evacuate the cause of all my pent up

pressure and damn her back to the nine hells

where she surely belonged.

 

But I be not a man to take the easy course;

for I wished her to capitulate in the war

she had waged right outside my castle gate.

 

Cease this siege woman!

 

Acquiesce to the desires that I see burning

in your eyes and overcome your coolness

buried deep in your cold keep of a heart.

 

Grab hold of what you desperately

wish to conquer and I shall relinquish

myself to you with a flood of gratitude.

 

Perhaps dear lady you will grow

accustomed to my sweet taste.

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  1. Ha I love the photo you selected with it…thanks Devlin…:)

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