Exchanges

A brisk walk at sunset
amid the dark brownstones,
the colours illuminate
excitement around.
A light summer’s breeze tickled me
beneath my short cotton dress.
I resist holding fabric
down at my side.

In front of his doorway
I review prior exchanges,
the list of directions,
and rang his bell twice.
He opened, face gleaming,
gesturing a welcome
I feel his eyes roaming,
hands quick at my thigh.

We walk down the hallway
we pass pretty portraits.
‘Is this your wife?’ I asked
He shrugs, I think ‘fine’.
These connections don’t faze me
one way or another.
It was the newness of him
I craved, feeling alive.

He undressed himself swiftly,
and softly caressed me,
kneeling before him
all of he, mine.
Falling  deep into pleasure
his moans grew more loudly
I mouthed him for minutes,
he came within five.

It was here that he stopped us
‘Can’t do this, I’m sorry’
embarrassed, unwilling,
turning aside.
He thanked me, I waited,
it seemed it was over.
Searching for panties
found my own way outside.

These rejections get easier
there’s nothing to feel for
it's all just part of the grind and the  game.
I haven’t been fucked, though
I’ve loved the night’s sunset.
Two hours or six minutes:
I  get paid just the same.