if you say so

‘come out the back’ she whispers, the tone is urgent, confiding
‘i desperately need your help’ the sound of a zipper sliding
allaying a propensity to ignore nature’s call i turn around and walk back down the hall
bend the corner and there’s the back door next to a sign reading ‘exit here’. funny, I’m sure
i would have noticed but it wasn’t there before
then it all becomes a bit blurry
as i scurry out the back she’s in most of her glory
i drink her in a little too fast she’s so sweet and lo and behold she’s so tender

I bow

I quiver

a crisp blow bite of her breath lasciviously shrieks welcome, invader