I've got one hand between his knees and he's gripping the steering wheel.
"Oh God." He said in a lust filled tone. But it was okay, there was consent.
He had one hand between my knees and I was crying on the sheets. "Oh God." I said between sobs. And it wasn't okay, there was no consent.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoetrySomething I had to write in order to feel again.
