a poem about a 19 year old waitress
named Katie.
By Noah Mead

I look in her
dark brown eyes
and her soft tattooed skin

and I watch her smile
with a dangerous
and playful lustful look

I am in her bed
and I am watching her
pleasure herself

as her young and
long fingers
probe her soft pink limpid pool

I am aroused
yet I am distant
watching her moan and contort

to the music
in her head
and the poetry

being written
between her
long and smooth legs

I never touch her
because watching her
is like being in prayer

this human being
in ecstasy
and in immortal nirvana

when she is finished
and she sits up
her hair flows across her face

she invites me to taste
her finger
sweet and mellow

she smiles and says to me:
fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!
and all I can do

is what she commands
for she owns my soul
for the moment

she is woman
and I am just a man
just a man held

in the folds of her
sweet young vagina
and her soft delicate hand