The anticipation
The sickly
Distorted
Painful
Anticipation
Every night we sit together
Him on his couch
Me on mine
I watch him
Twitching
Switching channels
I slouch
I swear he doesn’t
Even notice
Me twitching
Itching for his
Affection
Can’t seem to find
The right direction
He needs a hobby
I want it to be me
The things that I’ve let you
Do, the things I want to let you
Do to me, all of me
I love coming home from work
To the way you always rub my feet
Which leads to you
Treating me
Like a fucking piece of meat
Grabbing, tight around my waist
Taking what you want
Anything you want
Even take it from me
Late at night
After I’m in my bed
Peaceful sleeping
Shatter my dreams
With your reality
I know you love it
When I whimper and moan
Scream NO!
And groan
THAT’S GOING TO HURT!
DON’T DO THAT, NO!
IT’S GOING TO HURT!
NO NOT THERE, NO!
I know you love it
Fuck I want to bit you
Bite you till you bleed
Fuck to taste your blood
My mouth is watering now
Thinking about it
Saliva dripping
My pussy is dripping too
It makes me wet to think about you
The way you touch me
Your lingering
Finger tips
Your sharp teeth
Tearing at me
Ripping at my soft flesh
Till I bleed
I want you to
Make me bleed
Fuck! I want you to taste my blood
Taste the life that’s in me
Taste me
Fuck! My heart is racing
I feel jittery
Shaking
Breathless
Nervous
You’re sitting here
Right in front of me
I can’t stop glancing
Over at you
I want to attack you
Scratch you
Bite you
Let you
Fuck me!
And bask in your energy
I’m wondering
If you can see
All of these
Fucked up fantasies
Written across my face
In letters black
Like my empty soul
As clear as the ink on this page
I wouldn’t be surprised
If you could
You probably can
You always could
Read me
Like a book
You look
And see me looking
I’m blushing
For no obvious reason
You catch it
And stretch for it
My foot
And start
Nonchalantly
Rubbing
