MY PEN

[Mista]

Out of all my relationships,
No one has remained
Faithful to me…
But my pen.
She always loved me, but I dogged her tenacity,
Out of stupidity….
Yet she stayed by my side.
Even when I crept out and cheated,
Only to return, finding tear stains of ink
On her loose leaf bed where she…
Had…cried.
Yet she smiled when I woke her, stroked her tip,
And clicked her button until she flowed
Uncontrollably, overflowed when she squirted.
Making dark passion marks on my fingertips,
She was nasty when she wanted to be,
Gaining back my faithfulness,
My pen got that come back stuff,
The only one that was able to make my mind horny,
Make my consciousness fantasize,
Damn.
All the positions my pen had for me,
She had me changing my sheets from left to right,
Even had me to buy new brands:
Stenos,
Perforated,
Loose leafs,
Legal pads.
Even the expensive shit:
Embossed Italian,
Silk felt,
Gloss matted.
Even the tracing for the see through pleasures.
I ain’t ashamed to say,
My pen got me sprung.



copyright (c) 2008 Charles Meadows