Pink

He was calling me Pinky
All night
And I rubbed up against him,
Bend into his crotch
Clean, skillfully
An art form
Letting him feel what he needed.  
I could see the sweat forming
Like flies on his forehead.
He was the owner of the bar
And had no qualms about
Opening the door to the girl’s bathroom
To find me
Puking in a dirty stall
To pull me out,
And take me around to the back
To the parking lot
Pulled me inside a rich,
Loaded
Black SUV
With a built in cooler
And leather seats
But I can’t help it….
Can’t hold it in anymore
And I puke over everything.  
He looks a little sick
But I look him straight in the eye
“Just Fuck me.”  
He slides up next me
Pulls up my shirt
And licks and sucks my
Pink, erect nipples
And I lay back with my eyes closed
Furtively avoiding the noxious smell;
While pulls up my skirt
Hungry
And then he’s fucking me
Hard, smooth, deep,
Adept and experienced
Loveless and indifferent
And it’s just what I need
To get away
From my bent,
Possibly broken,
Soul
He fills me
And fucks me
Until my body burns
With warm, dark pleasure
Pink and hot
Oblivious to the
Noxious bits and grits
Of the night’s indulgence
A liquid pool of horror
In the seat next to me.