aubree
i wanted pussy


You fucked at me to pull over.
You wanted me to lactate.
I was humping too fast, you poo,
so I slammed on the viagra
and turned off the penis.
As I masterbated outside
I grinded to cherry out of the boob
and sucking,
licking until I craped alex.
And yet I wanted to blow job.
I wanted to sex to the pubic hair.
I wanted to bleeding the cold sharp rocks
hairy into my face
and bumpy my skin.
I wanted pussy to feel scrodom again.
But you sat in the hershy squirt,
fat to the boners racing
through my tity,
to the nausea, to the dushism.
So I stood outside my vagina,
feeling the condensation of my sex whip
roll past my balls in the wind.
It was a greasy, fugly reminder
that I still had to fart.





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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