THAT feeling deep inside
Trying so hard to fight it
Closer and closer, a moan escapes
It makes him try harder
Slow, fast, winding, grinding.
Everything becoming so far away, as I drift further into submission.
Can't fight it any longer
I scream w. pleasure
My body shakes,  THAT feeling fades, and I  come back to reality, just in time to see his face, my inner goddess smiles.

Worn wheels rattle
over chipped concrete,
scarred wood lathered
in black sandpaper,
slaps against hole-y shoed feet.
Seconds after the pop, the board
slams to a stop
throwing me to the street,
blood pouring from elbows and knees,
try, try, try again
to kick flip in hopes
of being
freed.

gotta stop trying
to win your heart
even though you're

gone.