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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
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