SQUEAK
I dry my hands
with the flesh of his ass
Shower water
still dripping from
my hair
Taste the clean
of pulsing abdomen
My hard nipples
tickle his thighs
CONFRONTATION
At 1a.m.
I had reason
to question
overtime
after 5
Took a hunch
and a good-bye
to find you
Her legs
were as thin
as your
last excuse
20
Our sex
is an insinuation
in these comfortable years
We cheat only
with ourselves
Fight the dryness
of our souls
Those blatant days
penetrate this ease
You are thankful
for the lull
that keeps me home