Her perfume mocks me: br Lingering in the dead air br laughing at my loneliness. br Her just bathed smooth skin br Pushes me further away. br Feeling dirty with despair br I sink deep into the sick stained chair. br Mobile phone ringing, singing br Sorry songs at me br Such dreary pitiful pithy one tone tunes. br Her pink top tightly wound br Round her tiny framed torso br Fills these empty eyes. br Seduction such sweet seduction. br Teasing and toying from br A shielded distance. br Lips glisten like stars br A shiny smile of red luscious flesh. br Goading me she adds a little br More moisture with the tip of her tongue. br As my manhood moves letting me br Know it is still ready and young. br Occasionally she opens her legs br And divides the denim, br As it tightens and directs my br Expanding eyes to the centre br Of the universe. br Am I perverse br Or a man in need of loving. br Slender fingers flick back br Honey coloured hair br Her every movement aches me. br Consumed with lust br And the need to be reborn, br I stand like a just woken soldier: br At that exact moment of movement br A crumpled snowball of paper br Plummets to the floor from br my pocket. br She pays me no attention br As I stand frozen. br Only my sweat moves. br Eventually I bend down br Eyes to the ground br Sink back into the seat br And unravel the ball. br Reality in all its bold black br Glory stares back at me. br A list of words: br Nappies. br Light Bulbs. br Cheap chocolate. br Toilet Roll. br Bleach. br Tomato Ketchup: br Words that burn the brain. br She pays me no attention br As i re-crumble the list. br Shoving it into the black br Of the pocket br Manhood moves back br Retreats and sleeps. br All thoughts of sex, touch br Lust and release br Shirk back to the darkest br Coldest part of my mind. br Reality has won again br She pays me no attention br As she stands and steps br Of the bus into the arms br Of her sweet smelling br Asshole of a lucky listless lover.