NYMPHO

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Surprising you

jerking
the towel off your body

you squeal
then smile displaying

in front of the steamy mirror
the wet of your flesh

shower dripping
hot

I'm waiting in the dark
your latest boyfriend

playing the deviant
you crave to drive mad

pushing me back
falling on the bed

spinning your tits
like propellers laughing

the cops coming
here again tonight

flashlights searching
for the drug in your eyes

finding nothing after a thorough search

you give them a wink
leaving the door half open

down the hall all the neighbors
peeking out with one eye

hard they bleed
on their lonely matresses

while I have you
for a whimper of remorse.