Cops Break More Law, Than You & Me

cradling my torso in his grown arms
biting my shoulder, kissing my hands, nibbling my ear
shivers flew down my spine
right to where his left hand wandered
pausing
it all, holding my cheeks tight with one hand
reading my eyes, like he learnt in Psychology Class
kissing me quick, tracing his lips and chin with my laugh
all the basic steps:
skipped
i stopped resisting, as he got above me
our rhythm so hesitant
my hips tight, legs wrapped round his waist;
every time he reached through my leggings.
everything,
i said, of just chilling was a lie
as my hips grinded
pulling my hands over me
habit had me saying "Don't Shoot"
before,
our conscious' could stop us.
his arms lifting me up
flying upstairs and dropping me on his bed
embarrassed and panicked, i covered my
eyes.
i couldn't believe my mouth,
remembering that his neighbours saw a young girl enter.
he put his hand on my mouth
sucking
on his thumb he thrust deep over me.
all i could see was strength
grabbing hair and scratching his back
his lips explored
my body squirmed
and
just like that,
i realized why people crave his
touch.