A KISS IS STILL A KISS

His other Side

I went out on a grocery one evening

And was walking on the street

When a familiar car stopped

And before I could say anything

He was already in front of me

His face was with no emotion

But he was gentle when he asked me

To come in his car so we can talk.

I was hesitant at first

Afraid it might lead to bed

But I accepted his invitation.

This time he didn't kiss me

He was cold and civil

We were on his garage

When he opened the door for me

I was surprised when he dragged me out

And pushed me at the back of the car

"Why are you always playing hard to get?"

Before I could react he pulled down my pants

And parted my legs, enough to insert his

Inside me, I felt pain but I couldn't move

He was so strong, he was so rude

This is not what I expected

I let him intrude inside me

Every penetration creates a sting

Though I was beginning to like it

Tears started to fall from my eyes

I was sobbing hard instead of moaning...

He frosted upon hearing me explode

And removed his body from my parted legs

He dressed me and hugged me

He didn't say anything

He let me cry on his shoulder.

He led me back to his car

And fetched me home instead

We were quiet when he said;

"Why don't you live with me?

You can stop working,

I will support your children."

"And be your stripper?" I answered!

"I don't need your money, Andy."

It was a harsh reply but

Those were not the words

I want to hear from him...