Love Me

She looks at me
with her emerald eyes.
I can feel my heart
pounding
in my chest.
There is an ashtray
on the nightstand.
I reach over
and mash out
my cigarette
as hard as I can.
I lift up
her shirt and
begin kissing
her stomach.
"Do you love me?"
she asks.
I nod my head.
"Really love me?"
I look up at her
and smile.
In the distance,
a stray dog
wails out
into the still darkness
of the suburbs.