That Sucking Sound One Hears Poem by Ted Sheridan

she sucks
your finger
down to the knuckle

mumbling promises
that she never plans
on keeping

she kisses your neck
with her warm breath
unzipping erotic

thoughts
from your head
never exposing

any of her own
her words
mean nothing

sweet nothings
masked by
the aroma of country apple

as with many flowery douches
....she provides
solitude

for the moment
reciting poetry
from memory

destroying
everything
she touches

and you love it
because
you know

she isn't real