Take Me

Set my glass one the counter

Hard.

It was time to stop talking

Time for you to be a man.

One moment I am talking

The next I am against you

Breathing hard

Telling you

To take my clothes off.

 

You begin to undress me

Slowly,

But that isn’t what I want

So I rip your shirt open

And stand there

In front of you,

My blue eyes

Piercing

Your soul.

 

“You will take me like a man

Or not at all.”

 

 

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