poem

we’re both naked in the back of my car
it is late at night and the stars are watching us
“No, the other hole”
I pull out and move a little farther down
the face you make and the whimper reminds me
this is why you keep me around
i don’t really mind right now though—it’s hard for you to make me feel inferior when i can do this to you
“i’m gonna cum”
i pull out of your ass and you instinctively place your mouth on me
we do this so i don’t make a mess

About Anne Clement

Anne Clement lives in Missouri. She can be found on Tumblr.

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