It's Still Life

I.

Disconnect

He’s lost his mind to her
legs up to there. Their
hands misbehaving.
They’re toggled on hot.
A stuffed crust pepperoni.

And she sits on his lap,
on his boney knees, hands
up her curtains,
and he whines,
Oh come on, baby. Please.

Prompted: Miz Q Does Visual Stuff

Image I.