sEX toy’d

They say that a man has needs
That he needs to love and be loved
And I did

My fucking God– I did

Didnt I?

He likes me; he said so
I can fuck him with no appetite

And he has the most beautiful hands
A strong fingered grip around my ribs
Or throat– without hesitation

Impervious eyes cant feel
But I was watching him like
“this”

If, then, why did you call me?

His voice pierced my brain like herpes
Cutting every sense or sensibility to seive
I am etched by the edge of a rusty nail
He is not ready; his breath is used, stale

Like man-dander.

From the stocking behind a button-fly
He took me like a man; there was nothing more
To talk about. Not even Later. When he was finished
he left

He should have never come here;
He told me so; today; And by nature

I died; I meant to do it different

Next Time