The messenger

Takes me to the back of the room
And tells me not to get cum on his
Clothes, in the same voice that
He used when he told me he wanted
Me to stroke his balls. It’s like
If a robot’s speech patterns got
Set on the “erotic” mode. Change
Rooms when we start to get cold.
Rub faces and cheeks and breath
Loudly into each other’s ears, but
Never kiss. Made sure to aim my
Spurt onto the chairs, the carpet,
But not his clothes.