Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
not  the prophylactic kind, nor the rubber kiss road tire kind. but the rubber of bodies old and young, tired and tense, young and flexible migrained, played & splayed, pain paralyzed, soothed by cherubic fingertips oiled with, anointed by, a-custom cream of tenderizing aloe and gentling, kind loving quieting & shushing tho mine own temples, raging, feverish, combobulating as words spill as ********* and then *she sleepy whines: why did you stop rubbing me?* and for a sleep deep, she leaves me, going unanswered but happily nonetheless boy be typing The End
0
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
My Primary Role, Rubb'er (To sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there's the rub)
not  the prophylactic kind, nor the rubber kiss road tire kind. but the rubber of bodies old and young, tired and tense, young and flexible migrained, played & splayed, pain paralyzed, soothed by cherubic fingertips oiled with, anointed by, a-custom cream of tenderizing aloe and gentling, kind loving quieting & shushing tho mine own temples, raging, feverish, combobulating as words spill as ********* and then *she sleepy whines: why did you stop rubbing me?* and for a sleep deep, she leaves me, going unanswered but happily nonetheless boy be typing The End
nat-lipstadt
Written by
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem