Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

Not about Troy

Villanelle - Annoyance

I really am too old for shit like this
Strange bed, stale pillow hair wrapped round my tongue
Sore lips and yet no memory of a kiss.

They lie entwined. I need to take a piss,
I'll slip out from the sheets before too long
I really am too old for shit like this

My piss stinks and it makes a noisy hiss,
tried to be quiet but it came out wrong
Sore lips and yet no memory of a kiss.

I woke from dreams of sex that seemed to miss
pleasure by miles. These girls are both too young
I really am too old for shit like this.

Who dreams of bad sex? And my clitoris
stings like a bastard, echoes like a gong.
Sore lips and yet no memory of a kiss.

One of them fucked me in my sleep. That is
embarrassing and yet will make a song.
Sore lips and yet no memory of a kiss.
I really am too old for shit like this.
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