I fucked them rough from behind
They stood up,
holding the wall.
They moaned in pleasure
I thrust ed in pain
I wanted to hurt them
Like he hurt me
I saw him bent over.
I saw another man inside of him.
Now I go back to that spot
with different men.
I picture him,
a piece of me dies
as I fuck them from behind.
3 comments:
lol - your warning said a little more rough...
ummm *cough cough*
lol
LOL ! Now that's what I call a poem ! You're slowly changing my mind about poetry, my friend.
Nice, keep on sketching!
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