Work in progress. Title will probably change.
You bit my ear, I didn’t complain.
It’s funny where the mind goes,
not confined by sweaty metal carriages or urban caves,
unattended, watch it smack against
familiar teeth, gums, lips –
your lips, thinking of your lips.
Hands clenching worn spine, eyes
fumbling over tired ink, just
concentrate. Please. (Politeness never deserts, no matter how dumb lust is.)