Happy Valentine’s Day

I sat and listened
as you planned
Valentine’s dinner
with her.
I even called and
made the reservation
for you.
And then I took you home.
I let you spank my ass and
I laughed and said,
Is that supposed to hurt?
And you said
Do you want me to
make you cry?
And I said,
Needing a reason
For tears to fall,
Yes, please.
And I panted and
twisted and
laughed and
gasped as
your hand struck
again
and again
and again.
But I didn’t cry.
And then
I sucked your cock.
And listened to you
tell me
how good I am.
Just like that baby,
You said,
that’s fucking talent,
I love that mouth,
no going back now.
And you came for me
and I swallowed all of it.
And I knew you
would leave soon.
And still, I didn’t cry.
But I worked really fucking hard
to keep my anger quiet.
Still, I couldn’t help but be
a little bit snarky.
So I asked you,
fully knowing the answer was
none at all,
what kind of sex
are you going to get
after you take her out
to dinner?
And you sighed.
And kissed my forehead.
And said,
Come on.
What am I supposed to do?
And I said,
still quieting my anger,
You’re supposed to figure out
a fucking way
to take me
to dinner.
Or maybe
I just shouldn’t
suck your cock
anymore.
And you chuckled.
And said,
I cook for you all the time.
And I said,
it’s not the same.
And you said,
I know.
And I sighed,
Knowing that I had
Fallen for you,
Knowing that
I thought of you as
mine
Even though you are
hers.
And we relaxed
together
naked
until it was time for you
to go home
to her.
And I sat home home
alone,
Knowing
you would never
bring me flowers,
or chocolate,
Knowing you would never
sleep the night
in my bed
or take me out to dinner.
I sat home alone
knowing
she was the one
to get those parts of you.
And I was the one
to get your cock
in my throat and
your hands on my skin.
I sat home alone
with the taste of you
In my mouth and
bruises on my ass and
tears in my eyes.
Congratulations,
I thought,
my anger spilling.
You finally
made me
cry.