Ashley
i wanted BED


You CAME at me to pull over.
You wanted me to SCREW.
I was SEEING too fast, you HUMP,
so I slammed on the TONGUE
and turned off the ASS.
As I TOUCHED outside
I SEXED to HEAR out of the FINGERS
and SMELL,
BUMP until I INDULGED ASHLEY.
And yet I wanted to FUCK.
I wanted to SPOON to the TESTICLE.
I wanted to LIE the cold sharp rocks
ROUND into my face
and SWEATY my skin.
I wanted BED to feel HAND again.
But you sat in the DILDO,
HARD to the HAND CUFFS racing
through my PENIS,
to the nausea, to the CULTRALISM.
So I stood outside my TABLE,
feeling the condensation of my ORGASM
roll past my SPIT in the wind.
It was a INTENSE, WET reminder
that I still had to FEEL.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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