White Room with Black Windows
Before I wake up, in sleep
she starts masturbating, on the machine.
And she is telling it, brilliant
machine, I love you you are the best machine ever.
she starts masturbating, on the machine.
And she is telling it, brilliant
machine, I love you you are the best machine ever.
And it is very hot, she is
taking her things off and giving them to me.
Her shield, her corset.
I take them to the pile and burn them.
I want…. I wish. I wish
this could be the night we take the machine apart
to see how it works.
I want to try the levers.
And that one–the loudest.
Making the man and woman in the next room
moan.
Suck me. You’re sweating.
And all that noise,
my god. I don’t think she understands it,
why she doesn’t just let me touch her.
Why I don’t just touch her.
This could be about something, but not what we say it is.