May 2021

I DIDN’T ASK

by John Tustin

I held handfuls of yer hair;

I kissed that spot, soft and white,

Just below your ear;

I put my fingers in,

Just pushed my hand in; I didn’t ask.

Two fingers. Three.

Rubbed rubbed

As you purred.

I rubbed my palm along yer wetness,

Making a little glisteny sound;

I turned you around

And as I bit the back of your neck

I took down your jeans to the knees and

I plunged it in

And fucked you like a dog;

I didn’t fucking ask.

You gasped, holding on to the chair,

Pushing yourself into me as I rocked you

By the shoulders.

“Hold still.”

I did the work. I didn’t ask.

I grinned and grimaced as you came all over me,

Shaking and skaking.

I pushed you down to your knees

To finish me off,

You stared up at me as I forced me into

Yer mouth

Over and over

And over.

I didn’t ask.

You didn’t speak.

I held handfuls of yer hair;

I peeled you back, I pulled you down,

I held you close, I fucked you hard.

I did what I wanted because

You

Wanted to take it

And I wanted to give it.

I didn’t ask

Because there wasn’t even