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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