Night after night I jerk-off in bed,
All alone in my room,
Watching on my phone
Some fucking couple—or another;
He—moneyshoting her—
She, faking (or is it real?) a swoon.

And I wonder:

Does she like it atop
           Him,
Or does she feel better,
           Under?

Who knows how much she got paid
To be laid?
Who knows how much there is
In contrived coitus
To be made?

Only this I clearly see—
And know—in my head,
As I quicken my pace,
Readying to jism on my bed:
I was cuckolded by one whom I loved,
Who (I thought) in return, loved me.

And I wonder:

How lucky that couple going at it—
Albeit for a fee—must be:
For, my woman gave away to another,
Her love,
Even her passion,
For free.