took place almost illegally,
on the breakfast bar
and on the stairs
as she looked into mine,
unconvincingly
and I gazed into theirs
all of them
for there was many places
numerous different cases,
to study
every one unique
every one a full stop oblique,
number in the online catalogue,
ill repute
one girl had black hair, Bikinified
and a mole on the inner left thigh
another made me her touch her first,
proud-a canal far from dry,
loosened up,
another inch inside.
I watch it like a pole
she rolls it on orally
party trick from her lips
on my way to the stars
I swathe a great divide
a tool between heels
penetrate each side of my shoulder blades
where my heart should have been
part the lips with the finger dips,
I wonder if it talks.
Red shoes, strap
Black shoes, 4 inch honey trap, spike,
fishnets, smallfry, frozen , lip gloss woven into cuticles
laid back head on the pillow of the beautiful
painted princess invincible with £150 an hour
yellow rain that towers above
the latex gloves of the push and shove
it in
the insane warlike grin of pre climax facial expression
the loving lesson learned
the page turned on the flashback instamatic snap
of a loved one that lacks the ability
to fill the gap of the throbbing blood pressure
that wraps them up in the tortilla sheets
of the sordid trap of the motorway hotel
the lounge suite, the shag-pile 1970s afterglow
of a bar fire
or a log flumed cabin
depends what you can afford
I love them all
all the places and all the girls
all the ports
and all the swirls of feelings
elevated, descending
contortion-ette angles
of bodies bending
she’s an fucking expert
I cruise my hand along the leg
snap at a rubber dog collar
on all fours wolf and beg
whatever she wants I want
the heat goes up the levelled peg of me
lick my shoe
eat my feet
gag reflex
my body does things
my mind, what next
wonders
why connect
in anticipation of impending eject
get scared
shell
hollow
pack up and leave
a vacuum of bereavement
in my missing life
matrimonial and missing
hotel room and in call
i swishing around
guilty feeling, only goes to ground,
in the heat
once over, euphoria retreats
to leave the depleted man
alone, to face
a Janus case,
scared, for what waits at home