bedside cabinet

She rides me like the dirt bike
she doesn't care for
there's no finesse,
not that I mind

Her teeth leave marks on my skin
as I slap an ass I'll never see again
I think of someone else,
I wonder if she does too

The words from her mouth
taste of cigarettes
my beer bated breath
reckless and impatient
as too many limbs
fumble in the dark

She's enjoying herself
I guess I am too
we both needed this
even if all this is
is a glimmer of a
shadow of connection
without love