Number: 4
Implied sexual content, not explicit

poem, 14 lines

now
you think now
and you shove him to his knees

and he kneels like a servant
mouth open for anything you’ll give him

you give him all of it

the arch of his back against the cold tile
and you’ve got his legs pinned back like
darts on a board

and you want him
at least half as much as he wants you
just as much as you want him to want you

and you touch him til he whimpers
begs, screams out your name