Beauty, I have awoken to you
Weren’t my catcalls enough?
This gentlemen’s club has disciplined me
I’m in the corner crying out for you
And you’re hustling for scratch?
You look sexy even when you’re
Swabbing the disinfectant
Dancing on the golden pole
Strobing sound effects
Twirling like a dervish
Spirituality in your sex revealed
I smell coconut
And your breasts are like industrial bleach
My cum is blessed and your mouth like a receptacle of a blue god.
Gurgling sound of a dishwasher
My sins are cleaned
I like how you vibrate and leave the map of your wetness
The mirror reflects you, and you’re counting down the four songs
And I remember that money is no object for you.
And I’m hoping that this moment doesn’t end,
And if I could finger you
I would’ve left a bloodbath of love.
It’s the red of your lips that speak the name,
And the slight static your legs offer
Arc touch of razorblades creates endorphins for immortality.
And when it’s over
You talk to someone right next to me…
How cruel is that?
Maybe, you could hustle somewhere else
So I’m not reminded of the moment we shared
Is it too human to ask?
© A.R. Minhas 2018