Sex Under Fluorescent Lights

From one end of my port* to the other
these words strain and bulge with
expectation and hunger.
From my first cumming of age,
to the days of the freak;
disgusting years of nightly rapes &
through the long dark idyll of 'him.'
Tension is thick and shiny,
open to inspection and
only ever wanting more.
Examine, if you will,
at great length and detail
past sins of the flesh
and of blood
and of bone
with hard probing instruments
on lusting young women.
Dissect me,
take me apart
piece by piece.
Read me
rate me
push my buttons and
comment.
I'll do anything
for your words on my work
if not your hands on my thighs
or your mouth where
it has no business being,
you dirty bastard.
Now turn around and show me yours.

PamEhli/2002

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