the soft glow
of television
reflects on
the wall
downstairs
she leaves him
lying down
and creeps
up toward
my door

quietly she
enters and
finds me
standing
without
hesitation
she makes
her intentions
known

he wonders
where she
has gone
but i am
already
wrapped in
her arms

those lips
open and
tease me with
a sample of the
tonguepiercing
rod that is
lowered down
to capture
my essence

she has what
she wants
and won't
hear no
i'm obliged
to let her
just go

he's alone
down there
while i am
up here
receiving
his blondie
and her sweet
soft gifts