The Spectacular One-Night-Stand - Poem by Jonny Brackney

i didn't have to try
very hard
to get her to my friend's place.
i gave her the tour.
when we got to the
spare bedroom
i pushed her inside.
i grabbed her
'what are you doing? '
a stupid question, i thought.
as if she didn't know...
i kissed her hard
turned off the light.
she kissed back and did that awful thing
she does with her tongue, again.
twisting it around as if it were
writing sloppy cursive.
i hated her tongue.
i hated her voice.
everything but her ass
and breasts.
she was wearing the jet black
underwear
that she wanted me to see.
i didn't notice
how expensive it was.
i just had to get
my fix.
i got myself in.
we did our dance.
she stopped herself.
she stopped my hands.
'is this what you brought me here for? '
i pulled myself out.
'of coarse it's not! '
that whore.
she knew all along.