Just Seeking a Little Connection

Cathy owns and runs a paint store
In Chandler, Arizona
And lives there above it
She calls it the Cathy Castle
I'm slumped nude on her balcony lounge chair
Fig-leafed by monkey shit-brown railings
The desert monsoon-hinting gusts
of 7 PM
Teasing and tickling and tantalizing my cock
I don't have the vocabulary to describe
All her expensive accents
and terra cotta furnishings

Another kinky website Internet hookup that
Resulted
In good scenes and wet kinky sex
towels laid out onto mattresses to absorb her
Inevitable flood
I pop quite impressively too
Off the ceiling
And a ricochet onto her moneypurse on the bedstand

Our discussion often falls empty after
We try but often don't quite know how to reach each other

I am remembering how it wasn't always this easy
Back in the days before we got so wired up
You had to get in someone's head first
There were emotions, altered states and ideas and drama
Things could get messy fast
Intense
Until you ravished each other because there
Was nothing else to do
Spent from chewing on each other's minds

I'm reading volumes of writing from a
Lady
Young
Up in Oregon
I told her once I had a bottle of Maker's Mark
Bourbon
Kentucky Straight
And she said "let's drink it together when you get back from the Southwest

Along with your two grams of Blue Magoo smoke"

I am hoping we do all of that
And connect over our mutual need to
Purge our pain by writing
And not have any sex or "scene"
Not if it means I have to kick my soul out
of the room and slam it tight
As per usual