Fay Slimm.

Frustration.

 

 

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.