Free Cable

This is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class my first semester at FIU.
We were supposed to write about a confession...
Welllllll... when I was younger my parents had stolen satellite cards with unlimited programming.
Now what's a young girl to watch with unlimited channels and moments of no supervision?
Porn.
Yeah, that's right, you know the thing your not supposed to watch but do anyways? So this is a poem about how free cable affected my mind forever.


FREE CABLE

Sweaty pink and ash black flesh
Flash and flicker onto my pale speckled face.

Virgin eyes beheld flexing thighs, quick and ruthless
Strokes poked a hole through my notion of making love.

She moaned for cash and he bashed
With as much care as tapping my pen on my ankle

Yet I held the dripping sweat and penetration,
Held the nails clasping the undulating glory of his

Broad back, like a fiery diamond
Between my small sharp breasts, quivering in

Forbidden knowledge, hidden in the bosom of
Small, quiet, innocent, big haired, be-speckled me.

I quake with laughter as handsome boys walk past
Without a glance, for he who nails me

Will reap the benefits of free cable.
He will buckle as I buck and writhe like a star

And stretch my curled toes up towards the ceiling
Like a sharp scissor, white flesh glistening in sweat of my own.