he lured her into his dorm room
her first time there between
the toilet and the shower - steam
fogging the cracked mirror - steam
meant to distill the unmistakable smell
of the crushed greens she inhaled deep
swallowing the fiery magic as he
slipped beside her wanting
to be inside her, he massaged her
back, her shoulders, inching his fingers
up along the sides of her slender
neck trying to knead his way into her
mind the way he wanted, needed
to give her another mind-blowing
experience right there between
the toilet and the shower - steam
turning into sweaty rivulets down
the crack of an arched back - but
submitting to the aching desires
of hungry men was an act
she knew far too well and so -
between the toilet and the shower and the steam
she saw temptation as it was -
a slimy red-eyed serpent
begging her to stay.