She

She


She looks at me with big blue eyes
I want to be alone
But she has me caught up in her trance
She's not that great looking, I tell myself
But there is a huge amount of sexiness blowing off her body
I look into her eyes
Listen to her words
Taste the sweat of her inner thighs
I am hooked for the night
There is little talk
She wants action, not speech
I am her 160 lbs. hampster
I do as I am told, for she is in charge
Soon I am turning black with disgust
I am not myself
I am what she wants me to be
This cannot be happening
I pull away from her sex
As though I am a slug retreating from salt
She flies threw the air, all claws and teeth bare
I am ripped apart and ate on a bed of white rice
Drank with a little dry wine

--Jimbo--
9-95
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