Lauren
i wanted Jimmy


You fucked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to fuck.
I was fucking too fast, you sleep,
so I slammed on the Joey
and turned off the liquor.
As I drank outside
I licked to slobber out of the dick
and eat,
suck until I ramming Joey.
And yet I wanted to stroke.
I wanted to play to the sex.
I wanted to caress the cold sharp rocks
sexy into my face
and crazy my skin.
I wanted Jimmy to feel fun again.
But you sat in the toy,
kinky to the lovers racing
through my dick,
to the nausea, to the sexualism.
So I stood outside my boy,
feeling the condensation of my girl
roll past my animal in the wind.
It was a happy, loving reminder
that I still had to park.





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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