lounging in a ripped and stretched
wifebeater, a breast half peeking
and my legs, unshaved
propped against the wall

i watch as he creeps closer,
holding me with his gaze,
beads of sweat forming on his brow.

i smile at him to show him i'm not nervous,
turning to arch my back and allow
my hair to cover my eyes

i know he is unbuttoning his pants
staring at my underwear, lace-rimmed
and clinging to the parts he will touch soon

i let him **** me because
i had nothing better to do