She laughed when saying it
like it was something casual,
she did not imagine the images i was painting in my head
especially when she said her head was paining..i thought to myself "sick fuck was is it that rough?",
i couldn't stop imagining her out of air and him pushing it in so hard,
i couldn't stop imagining her holding on tight to the sheets as he grinded it from behind,
i couldn't stop guessing the words she used ..was it "ooh Jesus" or maybe"ooh god",
i can't help but imagine the foreplay,
or maybe they had toys,
i get dysfunctional when I imagine i still want to hit it,
and now she is sorry,
she ain't even good at it she just keeps on referring to my past,
but, i still love her coz the memory i got of her is almost 3 years old
maybe this is just a story
but trust me its paining
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A Thousand Poems To Us'
PoetryThis is based on pure emotions and real life experiences.
