PoemDay010307

Tell me about the others.
Tell me about your others.

Tell me what they felt like
what they did.
Tell me how they made you feel,
how they satisfied you
how they loved you.

Tell me what they tried to do
tried, and failed.
Tell me how they worked for your pleasure,
but could do nothing like I can.

Tell me how the others struggled
endeavored
labored to satisfy you
but that nothing another could do
can do half
of what I can do
to you.

Tell me I'm the best you've ever had.
Tell me I'm the best you'll ever have.
Tell me how the stars rise and set out of my sphincter
how you'll miss me when I'm gone
and how you'll never dream of loving another
with the intensity
the strength
the sheer intrinsic beauty
that you have for me.
Tell me.
Tell me I'm the best.
Tell me the truth.
Lie, if you have to .