I wrote this poem not too long ago and on the writing site where I post my writing (www.writerscafe.org), it seems impossible to get reviews from anyone without reading several of their works first, and then, to me, it seems, they merely glance over it, say "good work" and move on about their day. Could I possibly get a more detailed review here? Just consider this fair warning: this poem is kind of racy (contains a little racy sexual stuff [nothing too explicit]). Do not read further if this will offend you. =)

Easy To Please
A Poem by Kristen E. Haynes
This is about marital problems... kind of. More about a woman's intimacy and love addiction issues.


I press past him,
push him to the side.
I skip down the hall,
and I lie down in our bed,
spread my grin out wide;
I invite him to lie down
next to his bride.
"I love, you, baby," I lie.
"I love you," as he pushes through me
and we gasp and sigh.
He's happy on this mundane Monday.
For the moment.

I press past him,
down the hall to the refrigerator.
I need some Mountain Dew
because (too soon)
we are through
and there's nothing left to do
but lie there together in our sweat.
I have yet to find that fulfilling.
Rejuvenation through and through
as I guzzle my beverage.

I press past him;
It's the weekend.
He'll go for poker tonight
and I'll go for a drive
to the south side of the city
where someone tall and dark lives.
I knock on the door and "Hi!
"I've missed that face, babe!"
"Missed yours!" I reply
and then I take him for a ride,
like every other Friday night.

"I love you," I lie.
"I love you, too," as he pushes through me
to my soul,
his everlasting goal accomplished.
More than once.
I roll over,
decide to go for a stroll
to the kitchen
where the fridge is stocked.

I'm still not done with my Mountain Dew
as I make the drive home.
My husband sits alone on the couch,
tears freshly wiped away.
So why don't I care?
"Goodnight, baby. I had quite a night
"with the girls."
"You're my world," he ventures.
"You too."
And time for a snooze.

I press past him to our bed,
The one we've shared since we've been wed,
where never once have I ever let
him hold me to his longing chest.
I think it works out for the best.

It's really for the best.

(C) 2011 Kristen E. Haynes