All right, she said,
you can fuck me
but you better fuck me well.
It better be worth it
she said
and then continued.
If it’s not
there will be no repeat performance.
You can fuck me now, she said,
but satisfaction better be fucking guaranteed.

You can pit your skills against mine
and if your are not found wanting
as so many have before
that still does not mean
that this will work out
that we will be compatible
that you will please me
or there will be any form of repetition.

We can do this, she said,
we can try this thing you so loudly suggested.
You can give it your best shot
if you’re up to it
and if I like it
it might be the start of something special.
And if it’s not
we will never speak of it
or each other again.

I am, I said,
not so sure
that I’m up for this.

Don’t be that guy, she said.
The coward’s way is not the only way
doesn’t have to be your way.
You asked.
You offered.
This is your chance.
Grab for the ring
Take it
– if you can.

Uh, I said
then followed with um
and a shaking that refused to stop.
Pussy, she sighed,
and clicked and clattered off
never to be seen again.
Pussy, she called me?
She was right.