pant,pant,pant...woof.

you know what's strange?

when people are trained,

like pavlov's dogs
to cover up the porn,
apologize quickly for a joke,
pretend to be joking when they're not,
and take hints that aren't there.

but then, even i try not to disagree,
argue,
dissapoint,
leave a mess anywhere,
sleep too much,
or forget someone else's preferences
for fear that they will turn on me and hate me all of a sudden.

i like porn.
nooo . . . i love porn,
so why hide it from me?
why not go through it together?
why not try a few of those things and see if they really are possible?

feel free to say what you want to
always say what you need to
don't hold back from me ~
it hurts me.

how long will it take the both of us to understand that love is not like that?
what came before was a series of lessons on what to do and what not to do,
but they were not love like this.


thirtyeight written 2001-11-20

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