Dating a Man Who Does $ex Work

Wishing I was with you tonight
Performing our own scene
Focused intensely on one another
Losing myself to your touch… I scream

A deep roar
More intense than a moan
Stemming from the womb
With a hint of guttural undertone

A space that isn’t work
Isn’t cluttered with past life
An innocent, pleasure-centric play
With your future wife

Family chosen and created
The mother of your child
One who stokes your inner fire
And will never tame your wild

I still wonder if you came inside her
Her throat, mouth, face, womb
How badly I crave to see you orgasmic
Writing love poems on the way to the tomb