I spit in my hand and close my eyes,
every part of her body is imprinted
into the back of my eyelids.
I don’t know her name—
she only walked by.
I invite her in;
she wastes no time with formalities.
She lies down on the bed in full view.
I lie next to her,
I feel her hand slide down
to my crotch.
A moment of ecstasy.
My eyes open
to the reality of loneliness.
Devin Beach is a creative writing major in his Junior year at Western Kentucky University. He has yet to be published so has nothing more to say about himself that is important.
Wanton Fuckery Poetry 