Poetry Monday: Hookers

Explicit Content Warning

I paid a woman for sex
She wasn’t the first and wasn’t the last
A tiny thing, short, thin
100 pounds soaking wet
We started our fun; it was going well
I thought I was some master sex machine fiend
We moved through a few positions
Then she started sneezing
With each sneeze she pushed me out of her
It felt a little funny at the time
Nothing says get the hell away from me
Like a sneeze when you’re fucking

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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