Fuckable body in the poems
She writes,
You slide in her DM-
Literature as your pretext.
Persistent in your intent-
Leaving hints in the usual
Conversations,
A peek behind her dress is
All you need-
Everything else is just
Pretense.
Out of pity or respect.
Maybe she was in it too
Or she wanted to make a
Statement out of sheer
Disgust.
When the image of her
Bare bust glares on your
Screen with a missing breast.
Sneaking past the edges of
Your own guilt-
The reflection of your face
On the black mirror-
Shriveled the same way,
Your erect meat in your
Right-hand did.