Suck it
Kezia,
Blonde Goddes
Trapped in a carnal coffin of a body
Stares at me
Through the looking glass
Of a mirrored TV’s edge
Moans of pleasure
Or pain
Elicit in me
Mental ejaculations
Pre-coming my physical
She whispers to me
Not by voice
But by dainty nonchalance
“You’re A Man”
And it’s finished