One night, One meet
One feeling of ****** relief.
A few kisses and a few touches
Nothing meaningful nor pointless discussions.
That was the plan, a plan of need
But I guess it was just the beginning of the end for me.

A tiresome battle to control what I feel
has ended as some force drove me to yield.
It didn't do much
yet, it triggered some sort of lust.
Tried to defend this stone heart of mine
Turns out everything was over before I could barely open my eyes.

Vulnerable once again,
As all my hard work has come to an end.
It's nothing now but a piece of flesh
With no barrier or some strong wielded defence.

My earths core now red and warm
Feeling the trembles of an oncoming storm.
Scared and terrified as there's no crust left
No sense of robust
No sign of protection
It's nothing but an open target just waiting for rejection.

they said he
was no angel

who is?

Problems can be small;
Problems can be big.
I'm having a problem
With my thingamajig.

Too much information,
Some might say.
But it's a kind of problem
You can't wish away.

When they are new,
They work like a dream.
Everything flows
In a steady stream.

But as they get older,
Like many things--I swear--
They start showing
A lot of wear and tear.

I'm sure you could
Make a funny quip;
But it isn't funny
When they start to drip.

One could try to stop
The dripping with one's hand.
But obviously,
It won't go as planned.

I often wonder what
Freud might have said.
The problem's not unique;
It's fairly widespread.

It really doesn't help
To squeeze it or strike it.
Where can I find
Another one just like it?

There HAS to be someone
Who could repair it.
Or do I have to
Simply grin and bear it?

I can't ignore the problem;
It won't disappear.
A LEAKY FAUCET is
A pain in the rear!

- by Bob B (3-18-17)