a problem with empathy

oh, that hurts  
                right there, oh yeah  
 
he's a man with a smile like a slice of moon
  body of a god- a black buddha  
i know he'd hate that  
   which is  
     why  
         i  
       said it
cut 5"  
 ish  
and he fucks like he's in control  
but he's not  
 
   ah he fucks like he needs it  
 like he needs you, then he needs to get high  
in that order  
           and then maybe again  
 
me: he always regretted me  
       he wants his dick sucked  
           he makes this amazing sound  
like he ahh he found exactly where he should ahh  
he wishes he didnt like it so much  
 
i was thinking of him while i had yours in me;  
 
if i was thinking of anything at all  
 
besides the fact i had you here and you had me here and since you were too drunk the night before  
 
  oh yeah right there  
 
i love the newness  
  the thrill of a fresh meat teasing my clit  
being selfish  
              dripping on your chin  
just wanting a fuck  
                             fuck  
                                 fuck  
 
you giving me everything  
 i could feel your foreskin sliding  
   every thrust exposin your shaking tip  
      touching me inside in ways that made me want it harder  
 
but the way you act like you want me around longer  
makes me remember  
 
he said i have a problem with empathy  
 i wanna ask him what he meant  
i've got a muscle memory of your fat cock  
bursting inside me  
 reminding me again of the last time i did i bad thing  
 that felt right  
 
 
 
i text my boyfriend, who i love to death  
  whats up