Seventeen Seconds

I want to fuck you and forget you
for the next seventeen days
Masturbation is a librarian's term
to describe the quiet ways
you make me squirm in every position
against the cold, hard door
seventeen hours of confession
absolves me of being your whore
Then I become your stripper
one slutty exotic dance
around your slippery, silver pole
might lay a second chance
Smoke rings before my eyes
remind me of the clock
that stays on full rewind
whenever we start to talk
I didn't mean to seduce you
actually, I meant to do it all
Some pornographic non-recluse who
cannot refuse the call
of the raw and primal instinct
to fuck you and forget
the mess that lingers around us
when our rhythm has been set
I'm going blind without you
my fingers are soaking wet --
but seventeen seconds is all it takes
to be in permanent sexual debt