• ronak_bafna 10w

    you grip her hands
    in the middle
    of the street
    in the middle
    of the night
    and promise her
    a vacation through hell,
    but she's not a girl
    in yellow boots,
    nor one
    with a dragon tattoo-
    yet you presume
    that she's the geisha
    tailor-made to
    serve your
    fucking hormones.
    .
    she's thrown inside
    your friend's cab
    that arrives
    and he drives
    through the roads
    more vacant
    and you stuff
    her mouth with
    tissue so
    she won't scream
    but you immediately
    reverse the action
    for you must get your
    weekend blowjob fix now,
    and meanwhile
    you decide that
    the vacation
    must begin
    on a plane,
    and an hour
    later her skin
    starts reeking
    of the erotic sex
    at the empty
    airport urinal
    where you get caught up
    in a bloody mess
    but
    the bribed security guy
    lets you flee
    the detention centre
    where you fondle
    her breasts
    like they were balls
    of wool
    your mother had
    allowed you
    to play with.
    .
    you throw her
    in your friend's cab
    and grab her
    scrotch like
    it is your birthright,
    and he drives through
    faint roads as she
    faintly pleads
    to you to let her go
    so you
    push her out
    in the middle
    of the street
    in the middle
    of the night,
    stranding her
    with the fear of
    taking wrong,
    unknown roads
    after cocktail parties.
    .
    the story
    doesn't make it to
    the headlines
    the next morning
    and you proudly sip
    your tea in your parlour
    as your sister requests
    you to let her
    join her friends
    for a movie tonight
    but you refuse to
    allow,
    saving at least
    one girl in the city
    from the fright
    of stepping out
    of her house
    alone.

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    you grip her hands
    in the middle
    of the street
    in the middle
    of the night
    and promise her
    a vacation through hell,
    but she's not a girl
    in yellow boots,
    nor one
    with a dragon tattoo-
    yet you presume
    that she's the geisha
    tailor-made to
    serve your
    fucking hormones.