an offering or an altar

an offering or an altar
there is no pressure
to get off
in making love
it isn’t about
expectations of orgasm
or perfectly timed

no, love is given
freely in striving
to accept another for who they are
as they are
and give them what they need

be an offering
not an altar
i grew to expect
you would continue
with sweet talk
and hearts and kisses
and flirting
you did it well
luring me in
with affection
and attraction
i need that
and all you seem to want
is a handjob

you are acting
just like they did
treating me
like just a warm body
a pair of hands
with no heart
no soul

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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