Satis fac tion
by LateNiteFantasy©
I watch your lips move
in slow-motion, forming vowels;
exquisite are the o's and u's.
Glimpse of tip of tongue,
on the back of your teeth is more
inviting than your lipstick smile,
more than your hello.
I stir.
I'm rude, already thinking
of the dirty words
you'll call, scratching exclamations
into my back while I grunt
ellipsis points, male satis fac tion.
