He strokes my back just the way I like. And then
he doesn’t look at me. Head turned away.
Laughing at my soul. That’s my kinda love. Puts
the biggest smile on my face. Makes me cum all
down my left leg. Leaves me aching in agonizing
empty. The hollow I know as home. The hollow
in which I wallow. The hollow I decorate with
red lipstick. The hollow I lock shut. Tight. Bright.
Bring on the light. Above my headboard tonight.