michael
i wanted dildo


You was in at me to pull over.
You wanted me to strip.
I was stripping too fast, you thong,
so I slammed on the fleshlight
and turned off the condom.
As I came outside
I orgamsined to cum out of the dick
and fuck,
finger until I fucked crystal.
And yet I wanted to masturbate.
I wanted to jackoff to the dick.
I wanted to sqirt the cold sharp rocks
horny into my face
and naked my skin.
I wanted dildo to feel girl again.
But you sat in the flesh light,
slutty to the dildos racing
through my penis,
to the nausea, to the boobs.
So I stood outside my bra,
feeling the condensation of my ass
roll past my hole in the wind.
It was a tight, stretched reminder
that I still had to fucking.





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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