no strings

3 Mar

i thought that i

could be brave enough

to make love to you



strings attached

but your arms around me felt like strings

your fingers, like strings

when you used them to massage my neck

and caress my back

and my legs

felt like strings

when i

held them around your neck

& squeezed and scratched your back

leaving marks that looked like strings

i thought

we could be happy together

laughing before, during, and after

wrapped up in damp sheets

and avoiding each other’s eyes so that we can pretend that it wasn’t that deep

all that touching and holding and moaning

we just did

because we are f’cking without strings


but it felt like a string

pulling and luring me back to you

tying your hands above your head

torturing you with my eyes

because the strings would not allow me to look any other way

or place

as I straddled you and rode you to perfection

but it’s cool because

i never promised to love you

and you never promised to love me back

and i don’t need you to love me

i just want you to want me. . .back

but these strings in my heart

won’t let me

my pride

won’t let me

hold on to false strings

yet somehow i got attached

© R. Boylorn, 2012







This poetic response offers an extension of Crunktastic’s Birthday Sex post on March 1, 2012.







4 Responses to “no strings”

  1. damidwif March 3, 2012 at 11:34 AM #

    love it

    there are always strings attached because sex is an exchange (especially if DNA is involved)…an imprint

    what matters is you keeping your strings short, even, and straight, verses long, irregular and knotted

    fuck like there’s no tomorrow.

  2. LaShanta March 3, 2012 at 1:13 PM #

    That was perfectly awesome! It so explains how I’m feeling right now

  3. Adwoa March 4, 2012 at 11:37 AM #

    Book marking this. Just got into a situation and am fairly certain this lovely piece is going to come in handy in the future. Nice work.


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