thinking of you

his high-rise had a fabulous view,
I could see miles in all directions.
I leaned my forehead against the glass
and tried to find the house where you live,
but was lost in the maze of city.

the furnishings were extremely chic -
oriental rugs, a lacquered desk,
a wall of books, and overstuffed chairs.
you would have been very impressed, but
of course, my love, you weren't even there.

this man that picked me up was well dressed -
Italian suit, pastel shirt, fine shoes.
I felt undressed as he ogled me
with his darkly penetrating stare.
you're too nice to look at me like that.

I felt goose bumps prick up on my chest
as his long fingers pulled through my hair.
not a boyish touch like yours, my love,
but potent and not to be denied.
he kissed me hard and I jellified.

he bent me over a padded chair
and pulled up that flouncy skirt you like.
I could smell his pricey cologne, and
thought to myself that I'd buy you some
but then he violently skewered me.

we humped together like dogs in heat
until he yanked my hair as he popped.
as his jizz oozed down my wobbly leg,
my love, I was thinking about what
you were going to cook for supper.