You’ll have to work that off

   
You said kind things,  
didn’t they warn you    
kindness with my kind    
is expensive    
   
So.    
Shut.    
Up.    
and take off your pants.    
   
You touched places    
that made me squirm    
and it’s time for you    
to learn the cost    
of my inner skin    
is higher than    
interest rates    
   
But much harder to pay down.  
   
Sit down.    
while I pull my hair back    
and sink to my knees    
a haze of taut skin    
and depravity as    
I flick my    
porn star eyes to yours    
and    
S l i i i i d e    
your smooth,    
fat head    
across my smooth,    
soft cheek.    
   
Fuck.    
   
I don’t want to talk    
about my favorite food    
or what kind of shit I wear    
at the gym    
I want to hear    
air leave your body    
in a hiss    
as I suck you    
slow in and    
slow out    
until you can’t    
make words,    
which makes me moan    
around a mouthful of you    
and my clit gets thick    
because I like the way    
a dick    
tastes    
   
like salt    
and man    
and power    
   
You call out    
‘baby’    
like a curse    
and I feel my pussy    
flood in need-rage,    
vowing to    
make you pay    
for every fucking    
smile I gave to a screen    
   
The bill tallies as    
I lick each turgid vein    
on your hard cock,  
balls cradled in one hand,  
before sucking    
you dry  
hand and mouth    
tandem tormentors    
as your thighs tense    
   
And you need to sit    
the fuck up.    
and watch    
fucking watch    
my mouth fuck up your life,  
suck you to hell    
and make me your heaven    
faster.    
harder.    
deeper.    
   
more    
   
   
tell me    
you’re cumming    
so I can slip    
a finger    
in my panties    
and get off    
on the way    
you get off    
on me    
and    
god    
yes  
that    
costs    
me    

so pay up    
with a hard spurt    
in the back    
of my throat    
then on my lips    
then tits then    
every fucking where as    
I flick my messy tongue    
on your hole,    
until you twitch    
too tender    
to touch    
   
But you owe me.    
   
So I’m going to touch you.  
   
I’m going to touch you  
until you drag me away    
by my ponytail    
   
You’ll probably    
do something    
stupid    
like pet my back    
and say pretty words    
while I ride    
a confession    
to its dripping conclusion    
on your fingers,    
or your face    
   
but like I said    
   
that sort of skin    
is expensive    
   
So be kind    
Go ahead.    
   
Do it.  
   
I’m going    
to turn off the lights    
and take my    
pound-of flesh    
in all-night    
installments    
   
that taste    
like your skin