WARNING: Read at your own risk. This poem contains content of graphic sexual nature, that may be offensive to some. I'm talking to you, 'Fiki. Don't read this, because you won't like it. And anyone else who might get uncomfortable.
I'm staring at you now
my eyes are greedy
my right thumb twitches
in anticipation of you
what am I doing?
you're touching my chest now
your eager tongue trailing
my mouth
my chin
my neck
what am I doing?
do I know you?
do I even know your name?
have I seen you before?
do you even know who I am?
I don't know you
you don't know me
okay
what am I doing?
my hands are on your face
your back
your stomach
your chest
what am I doing?
how many drinks have I had?
have many have you had?
is this okay?
is this right?
no
what am I doing?
how did I lose my shirt?
where did yours go?
I'm sitting on a bed now
how did I get here?
you're on my lap now
how did you get here?
what am I doing?
I'm lying back now
you're all over me
why are you all over me?
I can't think straight
who are you?
who am I?
what am I doing?
I'm telling you to stop
or am I?
I like this
I hate this
I want this
I hate me
what am I doing?
you're kissing me lower
and lower
and lower
no not there
no
yes there
you're going there
what am I doing?
you're touching me there
I can't help but like it
I don't want to like it
I can't think straight
I love it
no
what am I doing?
you're kissing me there
your tongue working wonders
I involuntarily moan
or was it voluntary?
what am I doing?
the animal in me
takes over
I want this
I hate this
stop
no don't stop
what am I doing?
I'm kissing you now
do you like this?
do you want this?
do you want me to touch you there?
how about here?
what am I doing?
I pretend your Her
or her
or any of them
just not you
but I have you now
what am I doing?
we're tangled up now
entwined
like lovers should be
but you're not my lover
I don't love you
what am I doing?
you like this, I can tell
you like me, I know
I just like this
toomuchtoomuch
what am I doing?
you moan with pleasure
sweet sweet pleasure
I can't help but revel in it
I like this too
I groan too
this is great
you're great
what am I doing?
its over now
I'm so tired
you're so tired
I'll stay with you
for just a bit
then I'll go
and I won't speak to you again
you slur that you love me
that I was your first
I knew this
I hate this
you weren't my first
what have I done?
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