ARUAL's Grasp on 9mins each morning

If I could screw you again
through my line breaks
I'd bend you over like a sapling
snapping
back angrily cause you're too young and green
for my hurricane
to bust
nuts again like seventeen in your garage
when post coital behavior was matching socks
without
eye contact you most mornings through a landline
in my mind
each throb dialing the rotary phone under my comforter
each tick back towards the Operator
The Pulse before my days of aTONE
meant I always leave you the romantic lead in
my brief morning reveries.