Some days you find your love in porn,
in videos online with girls begging to be fucked, to be filled,
but I don't watch that smut, instead turn to romance, to
bare chested pictures of sweating muscles and abs
so cut they're like a gravel road on weak tires against a face.
Some days your porn moans through your door,
and I'm ready to rip into your room, crash the wood
frame to splinters, and howl my rage at your captured masturbation.
Some days I ask you to watch and jack off for me,
but you're too ashamed for that, and instead ask me
to circle my sweetness, my private warmth, while you
gasp, slow stroking to erection with a steady stare and an open mouth.
