I am a pretty girl
learning to suck.
I am wet when I suck.
I am tight when I suck.
I am beautiful when I suck
him, he tells me it is true.

The first drop splashes on my lips
when I am too young.
The next coats my face
when I am told I am loved.

I have had quarts of semen in my hair
and on my hands, between my fingers
beneath my tongue,
upon my eye-lids,
pearl-drops on my ear,
a necklace
pulled tight around my throat.

Tonight I am thirty-six
and learning to suck,
and this boy
my daughter's boyfriend,
holds tight to my hair
and tells me I am beautiful
and I am so wet as
I am learning to suck.

  
Learning to Suck