We Fucked (Part 2 Of "I Got A Problem")

Last Monday I wrote a poem called "I Got A Poem." It was the first part to a series of poems I'm writing on sex.I call the series "Sextacy Poetry." The following is the second part to it. I call it...

"We Fucked"

We fucked…
We fucked…
And then we fucked some more.
I wasn’t into it at first. His touched bothered me. His breathing disturbed me. His talking turned me off. Just seeing him on top of me made me sick…but I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure had to come. It had no choice but to. I had wanted this moment to be here and I couldn’t end it on a sad note.
So we fucked…
We fucked…
And we continued to fucked until it was no longer about him. He continually stuck his dick in and out of me, but not for his satisfaction. He thought he was pleasing me as he whispered sweet things in my ear. I whispered sweet things back just to make the moment even better. He asked me was he the best. I lied and said yes. I finally took advantage of the situation…told him I wasn’t feeling being under him, had to get on the top…
So we fucked…
We fucked…
No I fucked him up,
Had his brain messed up. We switched positions. Then I gave him a prescription, one much stronger than those dose he was trying to put on me. I rode him, rode him good. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I handled my business…put my all into pleasing him… had to give him something to miss…And I did.
We fucked…
We fucked…
No actually, I fucked him up,
Because he loved he way I rode him.

To be continued