In the Soul House
at Belladonna Twenty Five
I watched you slowly cut them off
one by one eclectic.
And with your dress hanging loose,
and your hand between your legs
you showed me how you liked it done
one finger at a time.
I didn’t want to touch at first,
wanted it to last forever
as long as it could forever,
you with the scissors and music
playing erotic melodies in the night
you pressed your nipple into my mouth
and took my finger circling
circling forever and ever
until you pushed my head between.