Oral Stimulation

She, like prostitutes, exchanges her time for currency,
a crude source of tuition,
meaningless conversation buzzes about,
her blase indifference obvious to no one,
subtle sexual inferences abound as an expected
practice in “this” profession,
lessons learned during tenure beget an
insightful conclusion,
“self protrusion solidifies illusions of fantasy,
hoping to become real,”
imagine intimate interactions amidst
the lily fields,
masculine, feminine tension builds,
expressions of loving banter yields
smiles, numerical exchange,
request to witness her essence
strongly standing wearing six inch heels
during midnight hours,
followed by sweat, screams, showers,
sleep…

Awake, ending an eight second day dream
which subsides with good-byes,
batted eyes,
and his baritone voice whispering,
“Damn you are a sexy Hooter’s girl,
enjoy the $100 tip”…