Five Senses

[miyako73]

The Sixth Sense

When I answer your call,
I listen to your demands.
When you press the bell,
I run quickly to the door.
I check what you look like
Before I let you enter.
I observe your manners
After I offer you a drink.
To start my saddest job,
I hold your unsure hand.
When I unbutton your pants,
I feel its jagged zipper.
I notice a scent of cologne
When I hang your shirt.
I smell red Marlboro
When I pull you towards me.

In my bed,
You are naked,
And I see spots of dirt
On your neck and elbow.
On top of me,
You and your hairs
scratch and itch my skin,
and your warts scare me.
When we sit,
I hear your whisper,
Your nervous chuckle,
Your dirty request.
Down there,
I smell rotten onion
And pungent garlic
Becoming fetid stench.
Standing up,
You leave an aftertaste
bitter on my tongue,
nasty in my throat.

When you are done and gone,
I mute everything,
I breathe nothing,
I shut my mouth,
I become numb
As I lie down
And close my eyes wondering
The sense of my whoring.