Antiquity Memories from a Woman's Point of You

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**THIS IS BASED ON THE TRUE STORY, THAT OF WHICH IS MY LIFE. PEACE**

Antiquity Memories from a Woman's Point of You

Days later I can still feel him inside of me
Indecisive thoughts clouding me
"I could be his strumpet if I wanted to."
Percolate on demand from the touch of his hands
Neck, shoulders-waist and ass...
Devise the process it takes for us to undress
This-is iniquitous but I can't resist
I want to feel him
I want to feel him again
I want to feel him again and again and again
Until I can feel no more
"Yeah, I could be his whore if I wanted to.
But respect would be lost where respect is due."

What happened to benevolence?
That-was my initial expectation.
His embrace left my heart palpitating
And my vagina-pulsating, vibrating
Chakras aligned from root up through my spine.
I could no longer see straight
Utopian mind state
"How did I get here?"
Love of self turned into displays of passion for
Someone else
"I want him to feel me feeling him."
My kegel muscles tighten around his manhood
"Damn this dick is good!"
I can feel his heart beat-inside of me
It's-right-there

Reality sets in
He doesn't care
There I sit, staring into space
I feel void
Not used to this
2006 casual sex shit
Temporary passionate filled thrills
Leaves me still...he leaves me still, alone

Days later I expect reciprocation of these feelings he knew nothing about
Comfort, I'll go without
He talks about his girlfriend
Shortly she is forgotten with a request for our last rendezvous
I can't lie, I really want to...so I do.
The demure of Karma
My actions were amiss.
Perplexity of him and I-is no mystery.
He just wanted to fuck.

He got his, I never got mine.
I can't do this anymore.
I love myself too much just to be used for copulation.
If propositioned again I pray not to show hesitation.

I'm quite sure someone else will supplant me shortly.
I care too much not to care.
And still, I fancy his company.
Nobody's perfect
This untimely predicament isn't worth ending a friendship.

When shit just doesn't make sense,
It just is, what it is.

Antiquity Memories from a Woman's Point of You.

Written by: Veronica Hinds /October 2006/