My love/lust for firemen/firefighters in a senual yet clean poem. |
He came to my house to turn the heat down He only made it worse as he stood around Clad in his boots and protective gear, I trembled each time as he drew near He turned to leave and said everything will be fine, I said 'Wait! Don't go! Won't you stay and be mine?' He turned and smiled, my heart began to melt, And then all of a sudden he swept me in his arms and I knew just what I felt I was on fire, I needed to scream There's only one way to have such a man, in a dream He kissed me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear I said 'Oh, yes, yes, love me my dear.' He placed me down and off came his jacket I clutched my hand to my chest, my heart made such a racket I looked up at him from my place on the floor And thought for a dreadful moment that he'd walk out the door He knelt before me and unzipped his pants Captured my eyes with his little erotic dance I said 'Wait! Keep your pants on 'For fear that when you remove them the man I love will be gone.' His eyes looked puzzled, as did he As he sat crestfallen in front of me I sat silently, what had I done? The man I loved couldn't be too much fun I then had a swift and sudden thought But in the end I suppose it was for not 'Put your jacket on and then your pants can go.' He looked up at me and said a disgusted 'No. 'You can not love and lust at the same, 'You want me to play a part in your sick twisted game. 'You lust the firefighter, yet you love the fireman. 'You cannot have both, look at this glorious tan 'As I walk out the door, 'Away from you forever more. 'Still you burn, 'And shall continue to yearn. 'The two are the same, that you must know, 'So I will gather my belongings and then I will go.' My fireman turned and ran out the door As I looked at the empty space, I knew my firefighter was no more. |