My bitterness and your sexcapades

In all probability, your skin would disintegrate into his mouth
So salty and blemished, you would just peel and fall apart.

Whilst he has you pinned bare-chested
Up against the wall with your legs spread
And your sweat beading in couplets
Across your shoulder blades and all it takes
Is one quick flex of your muscles
For a line of droplets to merge and tear
Down the middle of your back;
As he traces your spine with his tongue.

I hope it excites you when he slips his arms between yours
And pulls yours back, causing your back to arch
Pressing in against you, following your body shape;
Licking the hairs on the back of your neck
As you pant between pearly whites
That turn around and bite his neck.

The rubbery smell of latex filling the room
From the friction burns when your flat chests turn
And he has you laid on the heavy concrete floor
Dominating you with spit in his hand
I know he’ll make you love him like I never could.

If he wraps his firm hand around your dick
As he’s putting pressure on your prostate
I hope he’ll think of me and truly find a way
To fuck you over.