fast-forward

In my life, for some time, pressing
Fast-forward is the same thing
As pushing rewind.

I go down on my knee,
Asking you to marry me

You go down on me
Until I’m coming
Violently

Breathing heavy, sweat glistening
On my belly, flat on my back
Gripping

Dirty sheets within clenched fists.

Maids need maids
More than anybody.

Let’s move to New York City
And have sex with celebrities.