Quickie

Tat man got me
under his thumb
weak at the knees
No matter the space
He loves me

In corridors
his body
speaks to mine
lips across
skin

Elevator doors
sliding shut
gives way to
fingers
thrust

Against walls,
I hold steady
as each quick
stroke
marks us as one

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