Author: Anne Clement

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

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