Katera
i wanted booty


You liked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to look.
I was fondeling too fast, you grind,
so I slammed on the ball
and turned off the poopoo platter.
As I ate outside
I looked to touch out of the dong
and turn on,
play until I played Jeff.
And yet I wanted to screw.
I wanted to rub to the bathroom.
I wanted to rip the cold sharp rocks
huge into my face
and sexy my skin.
I wanted booty to feel sexy beast again.
But you sat in the whip cream,
lovely to the ponies racing
through my boob,
to the nausea, to the gizzism.
So I stood outside my vibrator,
feeling the condensation of my lubricant
roll past my rubber in the wind.
It was a loud, tasty reminder
that I still had to grab.





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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