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by Jennifer Poteet
(11/02/05)

I am
warming to this; my fingers
slip-tap over the keys, much faster
than you. You make me wait.

I like it quick, hot
and anonymous. My handle is ready
to be yanked. Or spanked.
You choose.

What release not to speak
but to have you in that tight little box,
our rivulet lexis the sweat
between my tits that you slide into.

Now I'll persuade you to take
yourself out of your pants,
Mr. 94508
and come on the screen.

I will gloss over
any minor misbehavior:
a few slack typos,
your insistent cell phone number.

You're easy to forgive.
You don't leave your dirty
socks on the floor, the seat up,
and I can't hear your New Jersey accent.

©2005 by Jennifer Poteet

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Jennifer Poteet has been extensively published on the web and in print journals and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. She works in the non-profit sector and lives in suburban/urban NJ. Visit her Web Site.