poem for a lonely saturday night

"saturday night.

once again i am impriosioned within these four walls.

other men of my age are now in winebars enjoying freedom, technobeat music, russian poppers and the touch of a ladies skin.

i remain at home watching sitcoms

browsing endless web sites looking for answers

slowly applying a soothing layer of bariatric skin cream between mothers folds 

for this will be the only lady i rub tonight

i just want to love

And to be loved

for my heart, mind, soul and genitals."

(C) Roger Smalls 2016