Lonely

The climax never comes, these days.

My mind wanders as my fingers start

Slowly, gently, exploring every wrinkle,

Every crevass and nook, over and under,

I'm a pro though I know you are home

Kissing her in ways you never kissed me.

Leave her, you cheater, I beg,

My fingers picking up speed,

Thoughts racing of you coming over,

Leaving her and your Visa alone,

Kissing my neck, holding me close,

Telling me you'll be here forever,

Then leaving again, going back to her.

Acrylic nails tear soft pubic flesh,

Pleasure and wetness oozing out.

I wish it never happened.