There she is, half-asleep, hopeless, motionless.
In the quiet room, windows open, blanket gone.
Outside, it’s snowing. She’s shivering, half-naked.
How bad do you want it?
I’m caressing her hair,
Brushing my thumb across her lips.
She looks at me without a word.
I move back, fix my fingers.
She squeezes those blue eyes shut,
Rolling them away from me.
I lean close to her ear, whisper
How bad do you want it?
She’s trembling, gripping the sheets at the edges.
I pull back, eyes locked on hers.
Her breath is heavy. She’s fading.
I’m on my knees, saying grace
Down on her, my tongue, the headman.
She grips my head like she’s about to reward me.
I take her hands away, keep my head down.
She’s sweating in the cold, biting her lips.
How bad do you want it?
She presses her ******* with her arms.
How bad do you want it?
She’s begging me not to stop.
I take her hands, fold them between her thighs.
Then I pull the blanket over her body.
How are you feeling now? Better?
Tonight, no black **** for you,
only the imagination.
She went crazy.
I only remember waking up in the hospital.