What She Wrote

Be a Predator

That’s what she wrote.
And this too,
She wrote.

No damn poet.
No sweet caresses.
No soothing words.

Violence.
Unleash on me.
My hair in your fist.
Push me to my knees.
Fuck my mouth.
Bend me over the table.
Pound into me.
Move the table.

No gentle.
No cherish.
No tender.
No easy.

Savage.
Stretch me.
Make me sore.
Lay siege.
Against the wall.
Force your cock in.
Bang me against the wall.
Mercilessly.

No quiet whispering.
No mellow stroking.
No soft kisses.
No pretty girl.

Use me,
Be crude,
She wrote.

Pin me down.
Make me your filthy toy.
Pound your thick meat in my cunt.
Don’t think.
Do.
Take.
Demand.
Rough.
Hard.
Abuse.
Force.
Most of all, use.

Leave bruises.
Leave hickeys.
Leave teeth marks.
Leave hand prints on my ass.
Leave your marks on me.
Claim me.

Pinch.
Squeeze.
Twist.
Pull.
Yank.
Wrench.
Pound.

Violent,
Rage,
She wrote.

Fuck me until,
Your cum floods inside me,
Flows out my cunt,
Around your cock,
Runs on the floor.

I’ll cum,
Don’t worry about that,
That’s not your concern,
You,
Just,
Fuck,
Me.

Until I can’t move,
Can’t speak.
She wrote.

When you’re finished,
Let me slide to the floor.

Work it out,
Take it out,
On me,
In me.

I want that from you.

Because,
I love you.