salvation

& she calls me sir
i bectha address her ma'am
slavery's what brings obsession
for that,
the salvation, us two thief's sham.
i take her in tight corner
& listen to her scam
she strips down herself for me
& i neutralize her at virginia ham.
her skin, & my body;
our feet at dark lobby,
& behind that laced curtain
us two dance in parallelogram.
& latter, she calls me sir
i say, "cìao, c™mè stà, madamè
isn't salvation what you're so obsessed with?"
slavery i have at mercy with a little slam.