Masquerade

Emotion is literal —
demonstrated in fellatio
and cunnilingus.
Tongue twists
crippled language,
only moves when
wrapped around
the torso of the next
conquest, screaming
the antithesis —
a psychoanalyst unravels
Freudian destiny;
wearing high heels
lips painted crimson
feigning a lack.

Married men love me,
not a homemaking
cake baking,
floor washing wench
but a cock sucking,
back scratching,
finger biting whore
they adore spending
a weekend engaging
with the masquerade
— Mr and Mrs.