Tan skin,
Curly hair,
Tight.
Like a spring waiting to be sprung
To you,
She is exotic.
You want to reap her benefits
Without paying the parting tax.
To you,
God is a woman.
If God was not worshipped
But demanded from,
If God,
Was not loved,
But craved in an ugly violence.
For fun,
You slam her thighs
Against bathroom counters
At Josh’s house!
Josh is your best bud,
And drunk Josh
Likes to do things to girls.
With you.
Tan skin,
Curly hair,
Loosened. By your fingers.
Are those hickeys? On her neck?
No,
That’s just where you grabbed her.
Your beautiful, exotic girl,
Give her a rag to bite on,
While you make her insides squirm.
In the bathroom,
The smell of vodka as your
Fingers pull her curls
Straight.
Huh, not so exotic anymore.