The Infamous Day

We lie on the bed,
Watching TV,
I can see from my eyes,
He is watching me.

He kisses me slowly,
Lifts up my shirt,
Sucks on my breasts,
So hard it hurts.

I try to keep them on,
But he pulls off my pants,
Saying he only wants a glance,

So I let him,
Then his head disappears,
And I feel his tongue touch me,
And feel nothing but fear.

This isn’t exciting,
This isn’t fun,
I just wish he’d hurry,
So it would be done.

Finally he stops,
But then rolls on top of me,
And asks me, if there’s anything,
I want to see,

I say no,
I just want to go home,
Get out of this room,
So he’ll leave me alone.

Then I hear a zipper,
I tell him no,
He says “you’re saving yourself,
I know,”
But then I feel his manhood,
Pressing upon me,
I try to yell,
But I can’t even breathe,

I feel pressure,
I don’t want it this way,
I tell him to stop,
He tells me to wait.

He says he’s about to cum,
All over me,
So I tell him,
I don’t want to get sticky.

So I push him off,
And grab my clothes,
As the scent of our juices,
Enters my nose,
I gag,
And run out of the room,
But still I smell it,
There must be something I can do.

So I got into the bathroom,
And wash my panties in the sink,
Whilst he downs a Nyquil,
With his drink,

I grab my panties,
And some change,
I run to the Laundromat,
Put them in the dryer and set the range.

So there I sit,
Hour after hour,
Waiting for my mouth,
To stop tasting sour.

His girlfriend’s home,
I put on my panties,
Though dampened;
And put in the back of my mind,
What just happened.

©2003
Kathryn C.