on the count of three.

your fingers, warm on my skin,
your lips cooling my neck.
legs entagled, your heart being fast
and i'm counting the
cracks in the ceiling.

one.
two.
three.
maybe if i moan
it'll be over faster.

your chest and arms
and the paleness,
i'd rather be held by a ghost
and i'm looking for ways
to get out of it.

one.
two.
three.
ah, hell, i forgot to
pick up sugar at the grocery.

your hungry eyes and the sounds
you make with your mouth.
honey, you've got to know
it's bad when i can't even
fake it for your pleasure.

one.
two.
three.
come on, get off
of me i just want to sleep.

i have a headache
i have to be up early
i broke my fucking toe
and i'd rather sleep alone
sorry to have to break it to you, babe
you don't make me cum.

rub one out
in your own bed.
i can do this
without you.