Firm mats

At first,

I stand, only in oil.

Grime in

the corner.

Then, I turn

Letting him wrap

His arms around me from behind

In long, bunched

Up 

white socks and

a sweat covered

Jock strap

He pushes me Into the floor

driving his cock deep

in my ass, over and over

again with pronounced thrusts

after we bust,

and our skin glistens with 

sweat

We tumble onto the mat,

nearly out of 

breath

Untitled

The idea
That I want a relationship
Is an illusion

It's definitely an illusion
that's strong.
If I didn't know my own
writing or how
I like to be by myself

I might believe I was ready for
A relationship

But for now, I can look
and turn down each one.

I kept thinking someone
Would come along and change
All of that
But I don't think that's true.

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