Without denial there is something
in that short-order chef smile
in the way I make love instantly
groping for substance, it’s there
but she doesn’t believe
in tenderness above and beyond
the call of duty.
“Take me now”, her eyes demand
“come on you bastard, fuck this”
a sweet girl; the legs wide open
but the the mind is closed
as we start flirting in this overpriced bar
and soon enough I took her
back to the bed, I want to come
over her belly
squirting like mayo on a bap.
She tells me that she thrives on that
on these moments; being hard fucked
like some cheap whore as I propped
her onto the bathroom sink
bodies sweating like athletes
She spits in my face and laughs
like a bastard, I didn’t even blink
It’s anything but casual sex.
