Sabrena’s Pain
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You may have seen me in early spring,
On yellow tractor…baling alfalfa,
Body muscular and bronze,
Gleaming with sweat…
I have no doubt I made your reservoir flow.

Maybe it was in mid-summer you saw me,
More brown from sun’s fondling,
Wind in my hair…at the helm,
You... suddenly wet…
Not from lake waters.

Or was it autumn…
When sap ceased to run,
Felling red oak in lumberjack attire,
The thought of milling lumber for cabin,
Seemed so romantic…
You found yourself moist again.

It could have been winter,
Spotting me gliding
Through forest snow,
Smooth in gait…
Disturbing nature’s powder…
Brown skin contrasting…
Stirred your voids heat.

How do I know ?
You told me…each time,
You looked into my eyes…
Each time I kissed your lips.

You told me in quivering voice,
Each time you asked me to bury
My manhood in forbidden fruit,
Each time I’d look up from writing,
To catch you looking at me…

With your legs crossed,
Every muscle of your thighs,
Tight with anticipation,
Verse was left unfinished.

Were you unaware
Of the compliment you paid…
Each time I saw
The lust in your eyes ?
What I failed to see…
Was how you neglected to see,
The soul buried deep inside,
The body you craved.

The dreams we shared…
Just masquerades…
You only saw a means to an end,
For instant gratification,
You were merely dreaming in pain.

You fled so quickly
When I exposed your heart…
A non-entity of substance,
Placed on a mantle to collect dust…
Safe while your womb chased
Fraudulent rhapsody.

My pain lasted no longer,
Than the time it took for tears to fall,
I walked away without near a trace,
With bedroll over my shoulder.

You were off and running,
In record time it seemed,
But not before we met
For one last taste…
Before you went to him
In lone star state.

I smile each time I reminisce,
About those erotic,
Exciting encounters…
Ones you’ll never experience again…

Leaving you empty and dreaming in pain.

Erin Woods