what is any of it worth

empty words and a worthless soul

she stands in the doorway, tears welling in her eyes, what color are they, what does it say about me that i can’t recall, how many times have i stared into them, plumbed their depths looking for absolution, fallen into them as she grinds on top of me, but they are colorless in my mind, her nipples are pink like pale strawberries, she has mole on her ass that is is a perfect circle, one on her neck as well that she loves when i kiss and bite as i gently rock in and out of her wetness

i’m a mannequin with a real boy day job

an ugly model citizen of fashion faux pas and unintelligible rhetoric

what does it mean when i can see her face but can’t recall the color of her eyes

her hair is in a pony tail as we get into the shower, this is not one of those get clean type showers, it is stand in front of the stream while she gets dirty, no time for soaping her up and rubbing circles on the slick places, she doesn’t bother with body wash on me, her filthy mind and willing mouth more than up for the task

what does it mean when i can’t recall her voice but still hear her scream

her moans burnt into my memories but her every lie of love erased

down the drain

running in a spiral like the color from her eyes

you loved her i tell myself

unconvincing in the aftermath

but true at some point i assume

the air condition running as the hot summer night bakes outside the car, she lifts her shirt, proud of her ample perky breasts, upturned as if begging for lips and teeth and fingers, i love to kiss her ribcage, running my tongue over each rib, savoring the salty taste of her flesh as my fingers pinch, explore, she’s not used to deft movements and her breath catches as orgasm after orgasm shudder through her tiny body, round in all the right spots

what is any if it worth when all is said and done

she played me like a flute

figuratively and literally

with a joy and passion that makes my claims it was all false the true falsehood

her nothing colored eyes stared deeply into mine as she looked up for approval

her forgotten voice whispering of the terrible things she had planned

i call her baby and honey so as to not call her the wrong name

i’m a beast, an animal and she is prey

i was her prey as well

we shared in sinful athletics

using one another

but she loved the color of my eyes

remarked about the changes

could read me by them

brown for sorrow and pain

green for joy

yellow for playful

she looked in them and knew more about me than i ever could have imagined

i was never good at reading her

i could play her body

contort her and leave her unable to do anything but shiver

but i never could see what was happening behind those colorless orbs

she went through a session of her greatest hits, mouth and hands and ass working in concert, shuffling through positions and actions like a true artist, we took turns taking each other to the edge and slowly backing away, moving in a delicate symphony only we could hear, knowing each note to perfection, and she asked for it finish with her knees over my shoulders, my mouth inches from hers until we both exploded into a chorus of affirmation

i remember it

the look on her face as she knew it was the last time we would be together

as her hidden plans were soon to come to fruition

she stared at me

etching the look on my face into her mental photo album

i didn’t understand the loon then

it was days later before the meaning behind it dawned on me

when it realized how well thought out her plan was

her eyes of indeterminate color

her voiceless voice murmuring love one final time

it was all so meaningless

empty words for my worthless soul