Happy Hour

Saturday swerves the plan
landing in a cocktail bar
before dinner
an itch compelling
to make peace
with the sinner

Surely another
mirrored in these ways
would skip out on dinner
for some delicate play

Out for a smoke
joined in an alley
asks for a light
and calls herself Sally

Three fingers in
and she's
calling to God
unzipping
my buttons
to pull out my rod

Her mouth is a feast
hungry and active
each thrilling pull
makes her more attractive

There is no discretion
the wait staff look on
she fans out her skirt
and positions her thong

Pulled to the side
she slicks me in
slowly
increasing
the pace
to quell
these needs
of the horny