My Problem, Your Pleasure

A late night in a dingy public washroom
It all smells like sex and perfume
The sound of your back hitting the locked door
I’ll never tell you it turns me on even more
Pull me close, put a finger under my chin
Such a dirty pleasure, but we both win
Lay a gentle and precious kiss on my lips
Before you push me down to meet your hips
A button, a zipper, and elastic to pull down
Come tomorrow morning, I’ll remember every sound
Reach down and tangle a hand in my hair
I just need you to show me where
I'll take it in and start to suck
Your body tenses and your hips buck
Your head falls back and your lips swear
Your eyes shut and you can’t find the air
You look down at me, a sight to see
My innocent open eyes begging 'be rough with me?’
Make me gasp and take all of you in
Fuck my mouth like it's a sin
I want to feel the spit running on my cheeks
But I’d rather taste your cock as it leaks
You squirm and moan and tell me you’re close
I taste your sweet white as it flows
I love feeling so used, so dirty, so free
The way I'm worth little, little to be
You pull away, I'm still kneeling on the floor
Tell me I’m so good, such a good little whore
Such a scheme put on, I'm so clever
Kiss me once more than leave forever
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Originally published 2014