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Feb 2011
I’m just 18. My hair is jet black.
And I want to *******.
I want to grab you and push you down and rip off your jacket.
Then I want to unbutton your shirt
With my mouth
Button
By
Button
And when I get down to the end
I want to breathe heavy
Heavy
Heavier
And unzip your pants with my teeth
Slowly work my way back up to your neck
Breathe in your ear as I slip my hand
And your pants
Down your leg
Now I’m biting
And my hand moves up
It goes somewhere, there,
And tugs gently
Gently
Gentlygentlygently
Until you can’t take it
Shove me down
Rip off my underwear
Because you just can’t take it
Hold my hands above my head
Just in case
And **** me.

But I’m not enough.
So once I finish my last moan
Your last breath
You lift me up
Shove me down again
Zip up your zipper
And walk away
With me on the concrete.
Because if I
Grabbed you and pushed you down and ripped off your jacket
You would be all I would get
Because
You
Would be all that I deserve.
Written by
Layla Jane Johnson
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