Just

words and invitation
arouse electric desire
in sleep
information is held quiet

you have spoiled me.
I long for you, just you
out from zipper, out for me,
a cock hungry woman
not a poet, just a whore
taking you in my mouth
as requested, on my knees
your hands tight on hotel radiator.

you watch the parking lot through clouded glass
nothing scenic, just an industrial park
where truckers and travelers sleep and pass.
this is not a destination
nothing grows except highway rumble
and in my mouth is just you
not a poet, you
raw and real
uncomplicated by adjectives
history and metaphor
nothing to post
pretend, prepare, picture

just you
out of denim into mouth
as long as it takes
and I will take it without asking for salt,
fantasy or friendship

come loud and
hard in my mouth
truckers and travelers might hear,
but that is to be expected
it is every day

not poetry just sex
pounded hard and loud against glass
clouds and drops
fist and knuckle



originally written spring 04, edited spring 06
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