Da cyka,
Let me give you a little lesson
In what a woman's "no" means:
It says to me,
She is not an easy catch,
I must
Engage in a game of persuasion,
Kiss slower, yet deeper,
Grasp her body firmer
Against mine as she backs away,
Tension is pleasure's foreplay
You see, I must persist
Shove the hands further down
Her stiff spine,
Curve it into submission --
Struggle is a sign of passion,
Darling.
Moan into her ears soft questions
Forcing weak explanations from her tongue,
Flimsy reason condemns her
Silly for
Trying to stop the natural momentum,
I am man
She is woman
This is beauty.
As she concedes clothing articles
Slowly
I strip down to my flesh,
Now there is no room for
Her ridiculous hesitation,
Her silence is my blinding green yes.
She stops
Sharp
In the middle
Remembering herself,
But her will is no match for the
Guilt
Of raising this Russian body up to such a height
And leaving it aching -
In the foggy stretch of night meets sunrise,
I will get what I came looking for,
She will retreat head heavy with my
Load back to her front door
And bury the day in knowing she
Is to blame for her
Unnecessary frustration.
How **** it is to **** the strong resistance
Out of
An American woman.