Frustration.
Wanting more
her response to his overtures
played host to frustration.
Tricks of known
whore-trade brought
naught but raised eyebrows
and frowns
met seductive invites.
Soft lips became
tighter, sighs mixed with
fumblings of something
like fidgets fought boredom
and made ardour sink
into flawed
self-expression
as indifference set in.
Silence swathed
further advances in gloom
as tried patterns put
paid to passion and froze
faltering action
to dubious gropes
so she rose
shrugged her shoulders,
dressed and
impotence accepted
she left.