A nice poem to prove men and women aren’t that much different.
Chests heaving
I look up at you
Heavily breathing
Thrusting
Pushing
Grunting
On top of me.
My mind floats elsewhere
But your hand on my breast brings me back to reality.
You kiss my lips..
Hungrily
Hard
Lustingly
Wantingly.
With reckless abandon.
I don’t love you.
I don’t know you.
But you make me feel sexy.
Wanted.
Important.
The minutes pass by slowly..
and I just wait for it to be over.
What’s your name?
I don’t remember.
You’re nothing but a walking cash dispenser.
You throw money at the bartender to take advantage of me.
To throw off my inhibitions
To make me yours for tonight.
You won’t remember me.
and I won’t remember you.
But that doesn’t matter tonight.
I push against you
and moan
I dig my fingernails into your skin
You growl at me in lust
I play along.
I push you deeper into me
I tell you
Faster
Deeper
I’m almost there..
I feel it building up.
I put my hand down inbetween us
and I rub myself
Furious circles.
I know I’m close, and you know I am too.
I cry out, I scream.
Your sweat drips down on me.
Your breathing quickens.
I smile and move my hips..
You pull out
You explode.
You smile.
There is no cuddling, no time for relaxing.
I get dressed.
and I leave.
I’ll never talk to you again.
But it’s how we both like it.
One night of fun.
One disappearing memory.
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