No.805
April 24th 2017

ไฟจราจร
fai jà-raa-jon
Traffic Light

Star-spread across the ill-made bed
With legs apart and vacant head
She groans, and hopes, to him, that said
"She's loving this, I'm good." Instead
In fact she's saying, "please hurry up, Oh can't you see
I've another client at half-past three."