rainman
i wanted mountain


You fucked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to fuck.
I was fucking too fast, you kill,
so I slammed on the slut
and turned off the bitch.
As I ran outside
I raped to touch out of the HORSESHOE
and tickle,
suck until I busted brian.
And yet I wanted to stroking.
I wanted to fingering to the ass.
I wanted to bounce the cold sharp rocks
luscious into my face
and scrumpuous my skin.
I wanted mountain to feel spunk again.
But you sat in the poo,
stinky to the dikes racing
through my penis,
to the nausea, to the jizzism.
So I stood outside my tit,
feeling the condensation of my whore
roll past my pussy in the wind.
It was a warm, soft reminder
that I still had to climbing.





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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