A ONE NIGHT STAND

I can see down her dress
To the rounded curves of her milk white breasts
Cradled in the aging grey hammocks of her brassiere
Underarm aluminum sulfate dances like ice crystals
On the stubble hair of her armpits.
I can smell her sweet, cheap, floral perfume
Collecting in my throat
Coagulating my saliva
Making me wretch;
But I desire her still
The sweet smell of her nicotine breath is enough to make
a Priest throw up,
But I want her
Let me run my fingers through her soft rippling flesh
Let me whisper "I love you darling" in her peroxided hair,
I want her to moan with pleasure and crave me like a drug,
I want to eclipse her tiny fumbling mind with my stiff love
Till she's walking on water for me
Licking me, caressing me
Cherishing me like I were her child
While I fantasize she is some glamorous woman I brushed by
Casually
In a fashionable restaurant.