Advice  from Ma

 
Trying Ma’s virgin white  
baby doll nightie
(I was never big on  
lace or chiffon)
combined with my skinny  
brown thighs
a first impression  
was chicken legs  
and how I wished  
my boobs in the mirror
were an itsy bit bigger
but I guess I blamed  
Ma for that
 
At least those nipples
wouldn’t let me down
so easily aroused
perky enough to turn a head  
and then start fingers  
chasing bikini lines
rather than a scramble  
to fondle two fried eggs
 
Beware a man and his paws
poor Ma had said
They’re all the same
and they only want
one thing in the end
 
Pity I never got to ask:
What if  
all I want
is a cock up my ass, Ma?
 
Forget the lovey-dovey
flowers and candy
slicked back hair
steady job city boy
just some roughie-toughie
hard hot stud
drifting in for a good time  
thrusting deep inside  
powering my cheeks  
so I’m screaming  
louder than my heart
can beat shit
 
What if I like
my  
dirty  
side  
getting hogtied on Sundays
legs spread  
wider than Tennessee  
What about that, Ma
What about that?
 
And I bet she never even  
fucked
with the light on