Boyfriend Material

He wasn’t boyfriend material
He was too easy to draw
into my orbit
With only the gravitational pull
Of my indifferent erotic ozone.
I didn’t mean to do it
I didn’t even direct it at him
The aroma of it just hit
his nostrils and he
Followed its scent
In a neanderthal stupour
It wasn’t flattering
He was just obeying an unexamined
primal urge
And that would have
Been fine
Many a time I have
quenched that thirst
And been satisfied
on those terms –
But now I was looking
for something inspirational
And he just wouldn’t do
An erect penis is not enough to
Hang inspiration on!
It’s enough for a routine orgasm
That solitary psychedelic
trip to the sublime,
Detached at the point of
disappearance from the man
Grinding inside me somewhere
back on earth
But when arises a yearning for a
melding of souls
A rutting narcissist
ain’t gonna cut it
No sir.
This man
He honestly thought he could
stumble into my life
Intoxicated by pussy scent
and Set up camp!
Put his feet under my table!
That we’d settle in
to what?
Work, pub, fuck, sleep
That living death
That slow crucifixion
I could not survive a year
entombed that way
With a man unable to embark
on an orphic voyage
A man content with just the
surface of life, and with
only the surface of
The co-signee of his
joint account
Concerned only with his material
wants and physical impulses
This man fucks like he shits
when his body demands
Bring me the man willing to dive
the delphic depths with me!
Willing to ignite the creative
force within
and Set his soul alight with
his twin flame by his side
With that man sex is a mystical
adventure
And orgasm a divine supernova
Exploding my spirit into a
billion points of Light
Before he draws me back
into his essence
Enfolding me
holding me
In his spiritual core.
Now that! is boyfriend material
And I’m not giving up
my freedom for
Anything less
I never have.

One Comment

  1. She tellingly says “bring me” my perfect boyfriend.
    Ha! Seek him out yourself !
    Be prepared to make that all-inmportant first move. Too many females wait more or less passively for the next egotistical ditto-head to trott up.
    Empower yourselves, girls. Get proactive.
    Communicate – don’t sit and wait and titillate.

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