Why martyrs make such bad lovers

It’s not about hips thrusting,
or spread thighs.  It’s not about
endurance, or vocalizations,
or the texture of skin
beneath your fingertips.

It is about need and
passion.  It is about trust.
By nature, the martyr is selfish,
hold fast to thoughts and wants,
never sharing, they act
under the guise of selflessness.

With a martyr, you’re waiting
to be pushed off a cliff and told
it was good for you, and there is
no reason why.  But you knew
it all along, because every
martyr has his mary.


Filed under Frustrations and Rants, lust and love, Musings, poetry, poetry thursday, writing

5 responses to “Why martyrs make such bad lovers

  1. me too
    I think it is so good in so many ways
    but my favorite is the last stanza and the last two lines wherein you reveal your surprising yet true insight…with the kick ass phrase ” every martyr has his mary”.

  2. Thank you, quaze. I wasn’t so sure about that last stanza. I appreciate the input

  3. Your welcome. I am glad you left it in. I think it gives it even greater context and depth.

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