A question, that I was not able to answer
A question, that I still hear
“What do you like?”
Months, and still
The interrogation is laughing at me
“What do you like?”
And at the time, sitting on the floor
Between his legs, my face resting on his thigh
I could not come up with an answer
“I don’t know, I don’t know”
Even as I said it, I was ashamed
Of myself, of the sound the words made
I still hear it, them
Because I’ve yet to come up with an answer
“What do you like?”
Sport fuck performance anxiety
Tanned tight smooth
Hairless plastic latex covered feelings
Bound branded humiliated underfoot
Dominated submissive trampled
Nothing is real, it’s downloaded
How am I supposed to know?
How are we supposed to know?
I like the way music comes on when one checks in on you. How do you do that? I’m a bit of a computer-dunce to be honest. I hope the migraine is gone and the you’re ready for Columbia! Would love to go on a holiday outside Japan…soon, I hope. keep writing, I’m enjoyin the read and thanks for that
We often try to come up with politically correct & more than intelligent answers. We aren’t capable of letting our inner child speak for us once in a while.
Next time, start with saying that you like Radiohead… (nice choice of music)!
you like to write.
Frankly, I used to have a hard time with that question too. I always thought it was more complicated than what it was or even worse, I wasn’t in a position to be honest with the person asking it. Either way it bites. Now if you ask, I tell and if you don’t like the answer, not my problem.
carmo: for the music, very easy, i’ll explain later. thank you and welcome 🙂
angel!: def. true. and thanks 🙂
stephaine: I agree with you. if you ask, then expect nothing less than the truth from me. the hard part is to actually have an answer…