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.