Erotic poem

I Think Her Name is Something With a 'K'

New Year’s Eve and it’s cold
In my hollow chest cavity.
Helen says she misses me
From a thousand miles away.
But the brunette at the long table with the
Wild eyes and razor blade heels
Is about to make a dishonest man out of me.

When the lights come on
We scurry like cockroaches
To the door, to the backseat, to a couch I've never met.
Her breath is warm like whiskey, sour with deceit.
Primal, yet sweet.
I drink it 'til I suffocate
Then beg for more.
She slowly slides down my abdomen
And envelops me.

In this nowhere place we are not alone.
The silence could shatter like the broken bottles we danced upon,
Conscience may burst through the door.
But Propriety doesn't live here,
And her screams would scare him away
If he came for a visit.

I am only visiting
The inn between her thighs.
In her salty ocean I am safe
Until the sunrise.

How odd
That she means so much.

How strange
That she means so little.