I get a little messy when I’m drunk.

You can leave your shirt on.  
This won’t take long.
 
I didn’t kiss anyone tonight  
because I kept thinking how much  
I’d like to stick my tongue in your mouth.  
 
Fuck metaphors.  
Fuck foreplay.  
and fuck you  
 
I just need it.  
 
I just need  
a willing dick,  
and you offered  
so shut up  
just shut the fuck up,  
slide your pants to your  
knees and  
get on the couch.  
 
My shorts pool at  
my ankles,  
I push my  
panties to the side,  
and slip my  
swollen pussy  
down your  
hardening shaft.  
 
Your hands grip my  
hips, but I don’t  
want you to touch me.  
 
I don’t want you to touch me.  
 
So I twine my fingers with yours  
and push our hands against  
the back of the couch  
while I grind  
head back,  
eyes closed,  
taking what I  
need.  
 
What.  
I.  
Need.  
 
And when I have it,  
I'm going home  
to sleep you off.  
 
With the feel of your  
load sliding out,
making my  
panties  
warm  
and heavy,  
I make eye contact  
and wink.  
 
I like the threat in your eyes  
as I leave  
without a kiss.  
 
I like the threat in your eyes  
a lot.