Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dibtop lies on the pillow.
The young woman has
Gone to the john. He scans
The room; the curtains are

Parted showing daylight,
Bringing in birdsong. In the
Far corner her mutt sleeps,
Its paws moving as it dreams.

He hopes she returns soon,
He’s dying for a pee, he holds
Onto his penis like one of those
Statues found in old fountains,

A young boy pissing into water.
There are cookie crumbs beneath
His ass; she loves her cookies,
Loves to munch while fucking.

He smiles. I don’t having smoking
In my house, she’d said, when he
Took out his cigarettes after the
Lovemaking ceased. He is dying

For a smoke and pee. The mutt
Moans in the corner; her panties
Lie on the floor where they were
Thrown, her pink bra lies by the

Mutt’s head. He pushes together
His knees while he waits as once
He pushed hers apart to enter her
Dream. He hears the flush from the

John, water running, a voice singing,
Some aria from Mozart maybe. He
Hates Mozart and mutts and peanut
Butter, he wants to smoke and pee.

you tie up the the aftermath of sex into the most basic of non sexual urges which feels honest ....straightforward.....

thank you, saw.