there will be not much
love
in this act
at work
in the lunch hour
we know that
love is not what it is about
we will simply
take ourselves away
surreptitiously
to fuck each other
there will be no sensuous kissing
or soft words
there will be just be
the fucking
in the women's toilet
because I am more reckless than you
and I am driven
and you are willing
to explode the need
that has arisen
in me
since this morning
when we fucked in your bed
and even though my face
finds the dark warmth of your neck
my nose drawing in the scent of your
perfume
and your arousal
and though my teeth close
on the hard sinew
that climbs up to your jaw
and even though my hands
pull at the clothes surrounding your
breasts
and it is only
the slight ripping of seams
that tempers my actions
even though the marble floor
is cold or wet
you tell me
as you slip off your shoes
and pull your tights and knickers
down
far enough
despite these
we will not indulge in our customary
kisses and caresses
for we are heated by desire
and pressed for time
and so
I simply undo my belt
open my pants
and run my fingers along him
to straighten the skin
around the tip
and draw the blood into him
full flush
while you spit on your hand
and wipe the saliva
into yourself
then reach forward
and guide me
him
as I push up into you
and we fuck
you raise your legs
one foot on the toilet bowl
while the other floats in mid air
seeking to hook the back of my thigh
as I push you against the stall wall
banging into you
your head hitting
each time I thrust
fuck
fuck
fuck
and
the commotion
of people entering the bathroom
simply serves to heighten the tension
between us
it feeds the fuck
the fucking
my hand on your fucking throat
my fucking mouth on yours
to stifle your fuck moans
our tongues fuck
they are talking weekends
fuck
family stuff
fuck
illness
while
I fuck you
hard
carefully
careful
noiseless fucking
and you receive the fuck
in your fucked cunt
you bite your fucking lip
dig your fucking nails into my fucking
scalp
you bite my fucking ear
hard
too fucking hard
but your breath
in my ear
too much
too too much
and
bastard
the bastard cum explodes from me
too fucking quickly
but that is
just the biology of the moment
the coffee spoon of liquid
slipping down your inner thigh
as I pull out
the irrelevance of the sperm
you are now wiping with paper
this is not
what it has been about
and the sudden sense of foolishness
rears upon us
as we whisperingly decide
how to negotiate the
jumble of women
around the sinks
