addicted

Kitchen chair thrust into my soft stomach
My view through spindles stops at my knees
I can only feel the fingers digging into my hips
Busting capillaries, fireworks of bruises bursting
Your cock slamming into me
Every neuron in my vagina explodes sensation
our orgasms mix right before
their journey down my inner thigh

I would love to quit you
But your hypodermic cock
Sends its own mix through my veins
You are the bitch of my system
You are the crack I would whore for
I don't even bother anymore
Picking gravel out of my knees
I licked the ground
Where there was a drop of you

Your infusion
Doesn't stop at my body
My feelings are as raw throbbing
As my pussy
when you are done with me
The screen door slams
My admission remains unspoken
because I know your use for me stops
at the wet panties on my kitchen floor