F.W.B.

F.W.B.

A Poem by Matthew Kult

Sex is sex.
Just a touch of attraction
The desire for satisfaction.
It doesn't need to be complex,
Just simple casual sex,
The best life distraction,
enjoying the orgasmic effects.

When you feel alone,
wanting someone to hold,
reach out to your friend.

Pick up the phone,
be straight and bold,
and play a game of pretend. 


© 2017 Matthew Kult



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A harsh truth...we often like to disguise this primal need in the rainbow colors of love. So well stated.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I rather like this. Well stated.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Matthew Kult

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you for the time.

Matthew

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Matthew Kult
Matthew Kult

St. Louis, MO



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My greatest sin is playing pretend. Acting as if a monster doesn't live within. And surely some I offend But allow me a chat. To show you what I feel It is madness not under a hat. As everything.. more..

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