imagine a million phallic forces
thrusting into her. surging like a chorus,
but it’s her falsetto ringing, reminding
me our endless duos devouring the night.
imagine her face contorting, orgasm
projecting, mouth arcing like a perfect
put-out from left field. imagine eyes
rolling white and sheets clenching tight.
imagine torsos tangling in promiscuous
tangos, men exploring her amazing terrain.
copious fingers crawl and flood the small
of her back as her head tilts in delight.
imagine her post-coital behavior, body
humming, bottom lip bit, her wide eyes
wanting for these foreign forces to feel
acceptable, but fucking is so contrite.