you were amazing
Saturday night.
you wore vinyl pants
just a little too tight
and between your cock
and my eagerness for it
we kept managing
to break the zipper.
you slipped and slid
on the bed
on top of me
and over my cunt
as if i was gushing.
you're an ex boyfriend.
the worst kind of lover
and the best-
you know how to make me cum
and how to make me beg for it.
after breaking my heart once
you are not inclined to fall for me again
and though i can't safely say
the same holds true for me
i can say i know better.
in sex
you were just as i remembered you
rough, intimate, cruel and yet incredible
everything i want
and everything
i can't have.
even other people
complimented
our chemistry.
taboo sexual encounters.
my favorite way
to wake up
sore.
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