I had a couch snuggle with a pretty girl that wasn’t her.
Starla guides a gold-eyed glare
through my eyes my brain my gut,
her haunches crouch in defiant
protestation. She releases
a hot stream of urine
Soaking deep into
the duvet the sheets the mattress &
Does. Not. Stop. until she’s
satisfied
She knows some lessons mustn’t be rushed.
She speaks her lectures in full sentences.