come cut me open.

"is this okay?" she asked as she straddled my legs. it seemed like a her confidence was just a mask and she was just as nervous as i was. her jet black hair over her face and covering mine as i was looking up at her. she kept brushing the bangs out of my face and touching my cheeks and tracing my lips and down to my neck, grabbing it as if marking every spot where she was going to kiss me. i could feel my legs wanting to tap on the dirty carpet out of sheer nerves but i denied them the pleasure. she flipped her hair to the side and gave me this look. her beautiful dark eyebrows sitting proud above her eyes, just staring at me. she got both of her hands around my neck and scratched my skin. making a sound and leaving its print and taking some of my skin under her fingernails. "ssss" i said in between my teeth as she dragged her red fingernails across my flesh. she pulled me by my collar and stretched backwards. her back arched beautifully. her ass in my hands, taking a full grasp. she collapses on the couch and takes me with her. i fall on top of her. her legs wrapped around me. she takes off my glasses and places them on the coffee table among half empty glasses of jack and coke, sylvia plath's "the bell jar", a crystal vase with withered yellow flowers, and a few remote controls that she didn't know what they were for. my glasses were in good company. i take off my jacket and she follows it with her eyes as it drops on the floor beneath us, making a sound. she sits up and i unbutton her black dress from behind. each button felt like aid for us to catch our breath. one button. two buttons. three buttons...four, five. i slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders. she pulls my shirt over my arms and leans in to kiss me. her lips soft and delicious. warm and obscene. she tastes of cherry and jack and my lips could not get enough of them. her mouth nibbles on my bottom lip, tugging at my lip ring. we were like a bow and arrow waiting to be shot. the target was fucking.




this is incomplete.