I live being unclothed
Loving the feel of my hair on my back
But live in a world where naked is attacked
My hair brushes and
Pats and soothes me there
To take away someone’s’ hair
Is to take away some feeling of care
Our hair keeps us calm
At the end of a twiddler’s arm
Naughty boy, he made me laugh
Naked in the shower
Although the soul is close
The distance is not narrow
The glass could not have been thinner
As he wiggled all about
I thought sausages for dinner.
I wonder what is wrong with me
Lack of a good seeing to, probably
I do miss the tease, the flaunt
I can still worship at the front
But this alone cannot keep a man
Was this part of the plan?
I wish to truss up doctors like chickens
If I can.
Practice on them, as a woman on a man
Chickens that cluck and I won’t give a fuck
If they get caught up in chicken wire
I’d send in a Rooster to stir up their desire
Gleefully I’d watch as it’s stops the blood flow
To their special parts
Then they’d know
Ah, I only jest, I think of the dancer
His wiggle, a giggle, one of the best yet
I can think about playthings
But mesh makes intimacy a fantasy
But my mind still works.
I’m as sexy as can be
I’ve learnt to circumnavigate
My current barren state
I invite them to play with me
Role play is where I’m at
Down there is where you’re sat
A doctor you can be
A beautiful nurse
The woman of your dreams
She will know all that you need
Relax, chill and trust in me
In schemes, I’ll be stuck in your head
You will have me in your bed
But me, true me, remains aloof
Thinking about tea,
Sat here nakedly.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
This was written a few weeks ago, locked down under covid19 conditions.
I’d just been told my surgery for the TVT mesh removal would be postponed again as I have lung disease and they couldn’t possibly risk taking me into hospital. I wonder just how much longer I will be left like this. I make the most of it but cannot help being horny, bitter and a little twisted.
Thank you for reading.