I don’t want to see your dick
Or your ashy knees
Or rusty feet
I don’t want you to go down on me because you don’t do it well.
My moans and groans entice you, just your ego on a silver platter
I wait for your departure
Because then I can touch myself in darkness
The tv upstairs, the raucous police sirens
Finishing moans
My hips tremoring
My underwear drenched by my own love
Moodiness, Madness, and Love 