i blame my bad posture
on the kind of men who
fuck you from behind in
seedy stairwells with your
skirt pulled round the hump of your ass
until you can feel the sickly slap
of dick on skin.
and there's a puddle of puke or piss
in the corner and you're bracing yourself
on the metal banister waiting for him to finish
and he's grunting like an animal,
tugging on your hair and pulling on your tits
screaming "yeah, yeah!"
with no shame getting himself off,
faster and harder until you feel that familar
'thwuck' of him pulling out and you've hardly even gotten wet.
and you're thinking to yourself
that if you could have had it any other way,
if he was just going to jack off in you anyway,
at least he'd have the consideration to
pretend, and call it making love.

03/12/2007

Posted on 03/12/2007
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