i want her out
  of the bar
   
  this one's there
  drinking slowly.
  i'm tending the bar,
  avoiding her.
   
  "walk the pig out?"
  "okay"
   
  there's this stairway
  with a half drawn
  steel security shutter
   
  "blow job?"
  i lead her up the
  dirty stairs
  squeeze her fat;
the fat on her ass
and her belly
   
  "you're a slut," i say,
  it's the same tired routine
   
  i whip it out
  before she's even taken
  her bag from her whore
  shoulder -- there's cock
  up her cavern, stretching
  out her soul, gagging
  the desperate whore, crying
  "don't leave me!
  don't go to her!"
   
  "suck!"
  i throw her head up
  to the wall--
  which is hard to do
  with her stockings
  and panties stretched
  between her ankles, but
i do by knocking her back--
  and face fuck her, brutalizing
  her lipsticked trap 
and burrowing her 
 face fucking hollow
   
  but i can't cum
  i think of the other one
  maybe walking into the bar
  maybe with another guy
   
  and think of this one
  lips around my cock
  so easily
   
  when she's not stalking
  me, maybe she's shopping
  for a new guy, window shopping
  or knee deep in guys:
3 or 4 of them jerking on her tits
face, and ass cheeks--
   
  what do i know?
  "give me your asshole."
  "if you come to me later I will."
  "I won't. just make me cum."
   
  i sit on a bench in the stairwell,
  it's a waiting room for a restaurant
  a small pizza joint on the 2nd floor
   
  i pull her dress off her
  so she's buck naked
   
  i have all my clothes on
  my pants are at my knees
  my cock stands proud and hard