you. blow jobs. and me.

Sometimes,
When I kneel with
your dick in my mouth

I think about death,
Underwear ads
And overdue library books.

I remember the
mismatched socks
Unfinished poems
Rings around the bath tub.

-You ask something
As you grab
Handfuls of my hair
I mumble and nod
But continue mentally
Balancing my check book-

“Baby…ooohhh…im coming…”

And its devotion
Fireworks; glory.
A good woman
who pleases her man.




Another chore
checked off my
to-do list.