Brown skin. Shaved head. Dark eyes.
Sprawled out on my bed.
His body hair curls
adding to the shadows
against his vulnerability.
Just shy of 5'6,
it is surprising
how much damage a man,
of such small stature,
can do.
His eyes meet mine.
My breath is gone.
He grabs my *** so hard;
I feel the fat squeeze against each other
causing dimples in my skin.
He throws me on top of him.
His eyes shut as he lies under me.
I lean in
gently kissing
the middle of his forehead
as I graze my hands
against his five o’ clock shadow.
His lips lightly reach my ear and whisper,
“that was too loving.”
The words flood my heart with anger.
No matter how much I try
the only thing he loves
are my legs wrapped around his waist.
I smile
as if unfazed by the rising resentment
building from my belly.
He pulls my hair
causing my back to arch.
His tongue deep in me,
I secretly wish
my thighs would suffocate him.
I sigh and release.