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the visuals in my head of you,
of a girl’s legs spread wide,
of you fucking a hole against a wall.
I wouldn’t fuckin’ care.
Or be shaking.
Or be this close to crying.
Or be this fucked up right now.
Because you broke me open,
and I can’t trust you to close me back up.
Because I gave you my pulse,
and you handed it back all jacked up.
Got me jonesing.
So fuck you.
I grit my teeth, grinding it out.
Until the orgasm rips out of me.
My thighs shake,
the ecstasy floods.
I'm floating,
swimming.
Until—
Silence.
My body sinks.
Limp. Spent. Hollow in the best way.
I can breathe again, and for a second,
I forget why I ever couldn’t.
After, I clean up.
Wipe.
Flush.
Sanitize.
Breathe.
