4 jokas
i wanted condom


You shagged at me to pull over.
You wanted me to fuck.
I was humping too fast, you suck,
so I slammed on the chain
and turned off the whip.
As I orgasmed outside
I fucked to smell out of the horse
and laugh,
made until I screamed ali.
And yet I wanted to row.
I wanted to ran to the bra.
I wanted to grow the cold sharp rocks
saucy into my face
and fun my skin.
I wanted condom to feel mallet again.
But you sat in the sex toy,
sassy to the thongs racing
through my cock,
to the nausea, to the organism.
So I stood outside my blowup naked woman,
feeling the condensation of my rabbit
roll past my dildo in the wind.
It was a snazzy, sexy reminder
that I still had to do.





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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