- Erotic Poetry
- Rough Sex at Night Club
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I long for a night at a club,
In a short skirt, fishnets, and a barely there top.
Older men buy me drinks, as the hours go by,
Their hands on me, making me sigh.
Whispers in my ear, "You've had too much tonight,"
His groping hands, my bare ass in sight.
With a slap and a touch, he makes his move,
A finger inside, showing no need to approve.
Towards the bathrooms, he guides me along,
In a stall, bent over, feeling so wrong.
Words like "drunken slut" fill the air,
His cock thrusting, filled with no care.
A weak plea of "Please, no" escapes my lips,
I'm ignored, as he thrusts with forceful grips.
Calling me names, he keeps going strong,
In my ass, he finishes, before moving on.
Leaving the door open, I'm left alone,
Feeling used, and no longer my own.
A night at the club, turned dark and cold,
Where simple language reveals a story untold.
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