Your saliva, it resonates on my lips.
It's cold, it's wet, it reeks with the scent of your breath -
it seeps into the cracks of your skin, into mine.
I sit stiff yet you kiss and kiss.
I don't want this.
This bathroom is a place to piss,
not a cage in which you get only what you wish.
I cry and sniff but you simply insist...
You simply insisted.