chilled orgasms & faint clouds in my coffee (with apologies to ms. carly simon)

come undone

if you must

and i will

in a virtual game

of juice me up

as i do you.

big deal , you say.

why not, i retort.

fuck you, you say.

bless me, i pray.

so much space

to fill now after

all these years,

so little love

left in

when the itch

isn't just there

anymore.