Poem: On watching Porn
a window into a tainted room
the sound so low, so no one knows
a few foul words and widening eyes
two strangers, a camera, a sigh.
Already hot, now inflamed
desperate, shameful, counting the days
like deer in season, the male mounts
skin, so much skin, open, spread out
disgusting, not allowed, sirens scream
look away look back, crave what you've seen
forbidden, sinful, all alone
to touch ones self while on ones own.
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