Wasted Days

It’s predawn.
I wake.
I write.
Not because I want to
but because I have to.
It purifies
as much as I can be purified.

I wash up and swallow some medicine.
I shoot across town to the job.
Just a job.

I put in my eight
hit the gate.

Half way home
Sophie calls.
She wants to stop by
tells me not to clean the grease and sweat.
She likes the masculine filth
for the full experience when she’s slumming.

She arrives
impeccably dressed.
She’s some executives trophy wife
just a hookup to me.
Sophie’s a decent fuck
not great.
The leggy ones usually aren’t.
Her oral skills pick up the slack
and that’s all she wants tonight anyway.
She finishes me off
wipes the corners of her mouth
and tells me she’ll see me next week.

I clean up and flip through television stations.
Nothing holds my attention.
I nod off.


Author's Note: I know this is hardly erotic but the sexual content is the reason it made it's way to the 'erotic' catagory. I know this one needs a lot of work. I am open to suggestions.
-Gemini