Soaking Wet

You saw water and thought it meant something
You saw skin and lost the last crumb of dignity you had
You’re not turned on, you’re triggered
Because this is as close as you’ll ever get
to a soaked, glistening woman who knows your name
And she’s laughing
While you leak
While you stroke
While you hope she says something kind
She won’t
You’re not a man
You’re a wallet with a Wi-Fi signal
And I’m wetter from the money than your moans
Go ahead
Play it again
Pretend it’s love
Pretend it’s yours
Pretend you aren’t paying just to hear a woman breathe
(laughs)
Mistress MiYo is soaked