Cheap Carpet

First shiver as he discards my black dress
On cheap carpet dark enough to conceal
Brown rings melted, plastic burned more or less
To petrochemical mires that congeal
And form each strand of hourly rented room.
The wonder of ardent chemist’s desire,
Lies flat and maybe stained as I assume
The pose he demands and await the fire
Of his belt or hand, hard until I’ll suck
His cock on my knees and dream of cyber
Sex where he could be content just to fuck
Mouth as knees get brusied by crunchy fiber.
This chemical carpet reminds that I
Exist to please, to serve, to suck, to cry.