Hey Mister (God, you feel like my sister)

Impulse did well for that dream

  last night

    on the screen

       that put my nipples

             on display as we teased in mere foreplay

               One day she’ll scream:

WHORE.

Is a word to suppress in the

           Uneasy conquest to leave  
                 a mission and mind undressed
                     tensed in sweat,

                          (hey I did my best)

                             Still feeling a bit

                                   SORE.

         In the hallways

                   She’ll rise

                     In her teenage grime                                            And, (to my surprise)
                   Awake to haunt me in prime

FOR,

                                     

Those noises awoke
        two nosy folks, who were  
            up to no good in the other room
                     but her façade played it off

                      So she won’t get caught
                              in the truth as he shouts

                             WHORE.