Down under


Grip me. Pull me back on the bed. Insert your hand in my sweatpants. Heat presses under the vertebrae of my skin; hitting all the capillary veins. Throw in the white sheets. Lay me down. Write me a poem down under. Tonight, make me surrender thrice. Or you’ll get laid ‘sex’ times.

3 thoughts on “Down under

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s