Poem- Loving a Starlet
You fall asleep before him almost without fail, as he is by far the more
Experienced one between the two of you. He takes these moments to
Observe- or so he would like to think, considering that he actually cannot
See a thing in the darkness of the bedroom he still cannot navigate properly.
Stroking your surprisingly soft cheek, he comes to the realization that when
He was your age, you were but a rosy-cheeked little girl of seven, and that as you
Were tucking in at bedtime, he was checking his thong one last time before swaggering
Out to meet tonight’s group of lusty dancers who would pay this semester’s tuition.
This makes him feel ridiculously old, and just a bit disgusting, even as he
Watches the slight curve of your hip rise and fall in an oblivious cadence.
His eyes slip past your slender arm to examine the breasts you secretly wish
Were more womanly, though he likes them just fine pressed against his chest.
The temptation to turn on the light so as to see properly floats by, but the
Camera lenses have made you a very light sleeper, he knows, so he’ll content himself
With the view in his mind’s eye sketched out from the way his hands slide
Down your body when he fucks you, teaching you that this doesn’t have to be so crude.
A crinkle of the blankets and a quiet meow announce the arrival of your cat
Fernando, though he swore he shut the door before he laid you down for a night alone.
Man and cat contemplate one another in the darkness, and he wonders if your father is
Anything like this proud ball of fluff, so determined to pretend he can protect you.
Finally, Fernando gives his consent in the form of plopping down on his lap and
Beginning to purr, just loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough that you will
Not be awoken. He reaches out cautiously toward the warm lump on his thighs,
Well aware of just how sharp the prickly cat’s teeth and claws can be when angered.
But his hand is met with no resistance, and it sinks into the soft blue-grey fur, only
To linger for a moment longer until he relents and begins to pet the cat. Fernando’s
Purring crescendos, and you shift between the sheets at the noise, perhaps mistaking
It for the hum of the stylish little cars the paparazzi follow you in from a short distance.
Your eyelids flutter open just like the cameraman drilled into your subconscious,
Coy and seductive, girlish, yet promising activities more befitting to a woman, the
Type they tried so hard to sculpt and laser-point you into. The plastic couldn’t hide your
Innocence, he thinks bitterly as you stir awake, princess for ten years and running.
He assures you that nothing’s wrong, that you can go back to sleep now… Unless,
That is, you wanted to go again? Your sleepy smile is enough of a reward for him, and
He tucks a strand of platinum-blonde hair behind your ear, withdrawing his hand slowly
Enough that you could cash in on that naughty little offer, should you so be inclined.
Fernando chooses this moment to make himself known, slipping down to butt at your
Hand, nudging it until it rests atop his head and making it very clear that he was here first.
You both chuckle at the cat’s intrusion and slowly lay down again, Fernando’s little body
Tucked neatly between you, a guarantee that flashing lenses won’t haunt your dreams.
...This is what listening to Lady GaGa has done to me. :I For safety's sake, let me make it clear that both characters are adults, and that the term 'starlet' is used loosely.
Experienced one between the two of you. He takes these moments to
Observe- or so he would like to think, considering that he actually cannot
See a thing in the darkness of the bedroom he still cannot navigate properly.
Stroking your surprisingly soft cheek, he comes to the realization that when
He was your age, you were but a rosy-cheeked little girl of seven, and that as you
Were tucking in at bedtime, he was checking his thong one last time before swaggering
Out to meet tonight’s group of lusty dancers who would pay this semester’s tuition.
This makes him feel ridiculously old, and just a bit disgusting, even as he
Watches the slight curve of your hip rise and fall in an oblivious cadence.
His eyes slip past your slender arm to examine the breasts you secretly wish
Were more womanly, though he likes them just fine pressed against his chest.
The temptation to turn on the light so as to see properly floats by, but the
Camera lenses have made you a very light sleeper, he knows, so he’ll content himself
With the view in his mind’s eye sketched out from the way his hands slide
Down your body when he fucks you, teaching you that this doesn’t have to be so crude.
A crinkle of the blankets and a quiet meow announce the arrival of your cat
Fernando, though he swore he shut the door before he laid you down for a night alone.
Man and cat contemplate one another in the darkness, and he wonders if your father is
Anything like this proud ball of fluff, so determined to pretend he can protect you.
Finally, Fernando gives his consent in the form of plopping down on his lap and
Beginning to purr, just loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough that you will
Not be awoken. He reaches out cautiously toward the warm lump on his thighs,
Well aware of just how sharp the prickly cat’s teeth and claws can be when angered.
But his hand is met with no resistance, and it sinks into the soft blue-grey fur, only
To linger for a moment longer until he relents and begins to pet the cat. Fernando’s
Purring crescendos, and you shift between the sheets at the noise, perhaps mistaking
It for the hum of the stylish little cars the paparazzi follow you in from a short distance.
Your eyelids flutter open just like the cameraman drilled into your subconscious,
Coy and seductive, girlish, yet promising activities more befitting to a woman, the
Type they tried so hard to sculpt and laser-point you into. The plastic couldn’t hide your
Innocence, he thinks bitterly as you stir awake, princess for ten years and running.
He assures you that nothing’s wrong, that you can go back to sleep now… Unless,
That is, you wanted to go again? Your sleepy smile is enough of a reward for him, and
He tucks a strand of platinum-blonde hair behind your ear, withdrawing his hand slowly
Enough that you could cash in on that naughty little offer, should you so be inclined.
Fernando chooses this moment to make himself known, slipping down to butt at your
Hand, nudging it until it rests atop his head and making it very clear that he was here first.
You both chuckle at the cat’s intrusion and slowly lay down again, Fernando’s little body
Tucked neatly between you, a guarantee that flashing lenses won’t haunt your dreams.
...This is what listening to Lady GaGa has done to me. :I For safety's sake, let me make it clear that both characters are adults, and that the term 'starlet' is used loosely.