Rose; who died two months ago

by Louise Wagener

forgive me Rose

I needed to feel something alive

inside me

it wasn't making love

that's something

only we can do

I only drop

my pants for you

or for the best of men

but then for them

I ‘m every dream

they’ve ever had

their every fantasy come true

I explore the lucky bastards

body like a mother

intermit with places

they’ve forgotten

play scrotem squeeze

till ball ache

makes them squeal

 

massage away all care

kiss and scratch

until they feel they will explode

and beg to come

 

in return they grab

and squeeze a tit

push fingers into pussy

and I moan a bit

and think of you

(Louise died in 2002)