Joe has insisted on separate beds

He has not gone off me 

I am surprised 

That he has not gone off me 

As I am was/still am a mad girl 

Joe says that I am a serious poet 

And to go mad is part of the process 

But Joe has never gone mad as he has anger 

Anger/Madness what a fucking choice 

I am masturbating gently as I write this 

Sorry for the wonky words 

I am thinking of Cora 

Joe is pretending to be asleep 

Why did we sleep in separate beds 

Just come to Milan and find out 

Josie


Me a serious poet (fuck off) this is a badly written poem that is not erotic at all 



I am more interested in pleasuring myself than poetry 



Is Joe just being nice to me 



Off for a walk in a short while 



I might get Joe that pink Italian newspaper



But I do not know what it is called 



DM me if you know