Try.

“I want you to fuck me like a boy…”
She reaches into her backpack,
Removes a brown paper bag
And tosses it onto the bed next to me.

I am too stoned to notice/care.

“Huh?” I look up, my eyes glazed.
She smiles, weakly and removes her skirt.

Her skin is smooth, like a child.
Maybe I am staring.

My cock remains unmoved.

I grab the bag and look inside,
It contains a book and a clear tube of lubricant.

“So, you’re serious?” I ask.
Mostly out of boredom.

I take out the book.
The pages are yellowed with nicotine stains.

I open it up, read out a random sentence.

“So, what’s your opinion of Husker Du?”

She doesn’t understand.
I couldn’t care less.
She takes off her shirt.
I light a cigarette.

Her small breasts make me feel like a paedophile.

Tangled hair covers her face.

She crawls onto the bed, her perfect arse facing me.
I unzip my pants, still there is no movement.

She licks two fingers, slides them slowly inside herself.

She moans.

I throw the half smoked cigarette onto the floor
and get up and leave the room.

In the bedroom, I can hear her softly moaning.
In the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of wine.

I sit down on the cold tile floor,
Stare at the empty fridge.
And I start to cry.