As of Late

I've taken to flights of superficial fancy
Fake images of smiling men
In sunny dispositions
Reality is their broken hearts
But,
Fuck it.
Make a date to see the desperately
Clean lines of freshly pressed pants
(I really prefer jeans,
A clearer idea of the package beneath)
Trying not to squint
At that crest white strip smile.

Don't try so hard, make me laugh
Make me wet
Fuck me with the jeans half on.
Pull my head back by my hair
Breathe into my neck
Don't let me slide off the edge
Of that lovely hallway table.
Slipp'n slide, in n out
Faster, your thumb found my clit
Thank fucking God!

Do you even know?
It's what I'm thinking
As you drone on,
Oh yes, I can see you're very successful
So?