A tired lover’s thoughts

Do I really have to kiss your cracked lips?
Caress you horrid frog like skin
And lick layers of musty talcum.

Do I really have to put my head between?
And drink from your open sewer
And whisper pornographic words
Into you wrinkled ears.

If I really have to do this,
In the name of love,
Then I’ll be filled with loathing for you
And your disgusting needs.