I stroke you back and forth,
As you mourn with ecstasy.
I feel the sweat building on my temple,
As I work to keep you satisfied.
You are intent on your own pleasure,
As I push the right buttons to make you light up.
Deeper and deeper your mourn is.
Yet I do not get any satisfaction.
You are draining my energy
And I want this to be over
Yet I keep working on you,
To finish this job that I have started.
Finally it is over
And I have to wipe up the mess.
You ignore me,
Like I did nothing for you.
I walk away annoyed,
You’re such an ungrateful, stupid, and dirty photocopy.
raylitpoems 2003
