I slide open the “wall”.
The thin bedsheet barely covers his nude flesh.
He glistens from the hot summer night.
“AC’s broke,” I had lied, handing him the motel keys.
His eyelids flutter as I enter. Wake! Your baby blues can take me in as I insert my dirty knife!
I hover over him so long, my throbbing turns to ache. He’s so delicious that, with this one, I cheat; I clear my throat.
My insides are as hollow as the wall I climb back into: fuck deep sleepers!
He’s here two more days. Maybe I’ll get lucky tomorrow.
