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FUCK MY SOUL
(Or, The One Night Stand)
Hand on knee
Creep creep creep
Up my thigh.
Sweat drips off my brow.
I'm on fire.
We're kissing,
Kissing soft
Then hard.
My heart is pounding.
A rhythm builds.
We are close.
Closer yet.
An eyelash brushes my cheek
A sign!
I open my eyes to stare into you,
To absorb your glow,
Drink it all in,
Understand who you are
And how it is
That this is you
In me
On me
Right now.
But you are gone,
Your mind a million miles away.
Biting my neck like you've bitten a thousand others before.
A blank brow faces me now.
Why not just slap me?
Who are you fucking?
What are you fucking?
Why are you fucking me?
Why me?
You don't even know me.
You don't even realize that no matter how hard you push,
You drive,
You drill into me,
You'll never find me
Because I'm deeper than that.
- Cristina Teresa Lopez