Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.

Sunday, 22 March 2015

When I was twenty-one

and madly, carnally in love with a Danish woman
I wrote a poem about the joy and satisfaction
of having my back scratched being even greater,
more immediate and straightforward
than 'the joy of sex'
- yet wanting sex more viscerally
than I wanted scratching of my back. 
Now I'm totally content with the back-scratching.
Are there back-scratchers for hire by the half-hour,
or would I have to engage a male or female whore ?

2 comments:

Dína said...

I will scratc your back if you will scratch mine.

Your canine friend Dína

Wofl said...

I would love that, Dína - with your wonderful claws. You could lick the scratches if they start to bleed...