555 characters for the sex menu

Under a hundred words to disprove or prove
Dirty sexy thrust
Lonely in-between erection
Naked on bed petting my mahogany laptop
When he said
Ordering in and eating out, reassign the lust
Into symbols, letters or punctuation marks
That represents
Intention
When encoded can pimp the computer for fucking
His character: check off boxes and seductive advertisement
Like the dirty magazine in the back of men closets
It could never be so simple the life of single men
Not wanting the same meal twice
Fast food or sit down or the entire course meal
How hungry am I?


Conspicuously looking at the sex menu
Smile at the wait but don’t want
Friendship: Common interest that begets reoccurring memories
Could take years to really know somebody
But bad day seconds to piss them off forever
Like overcooked egos
Nobody wants to know the ingredients
With lonely in-between erections
Some foods no matter how bad I go back
Some fools I will never try again
Especially when I’m not starving and can cook my own meals
But I don’t often like eating alone
Especially if the fuck is good and the ambience, silent like food should be

Ten seconds back

Turn right instead of left

Broke the irreplaceable

Most part of life is choices, some accidents

But insanity is doing the same

& getting the same results

Cuz you can never get back those ten seconds

Playing tug and war with memories

That refused to be corrected

Time moves intransigently forward

Even if next time you turn left instead of right

Can’t correct mistakes

Just learn to forgive, mama said

When I turned right instead of left

Broke grandma vase

Said don’t worry about things that fall to pieces

We are born with our hands in fists and leave with them empty

Ten seconds before you gave him your name, ten seconds

Before you fucked

Ten seconds before you decided not to grab for the condom on the bed

Funny how we keep moving forward

Meant to make mistakes

“he said you so beautiful”

Slid in without a doubt

But your head said maybe I should question

Some part of you said you weren’t worth it

Some part of you thought you already fucked up

Turned right instead of turning left

know you just have to deal with the remains

Smores

Three dicks make a triangle

Two nine inches lusting

In bed naked

Stroking while searching

ForIsosceles

Two tops looking for complete bottom

To make chocolate graham Hersey smores

But it’s better when it’s

Equilateral

You fuck him, I fuck you, he us, we fuck you, then you fuck me while I fuck him

Told Scalene

Not to call me, cuz sometimes three is a crowd

Not judgment just physics

Everybody has to be able to fit under the umbrella

Don’t want nobody standing in the rain watching

The fire making smores.