He stitches his name into my sticky thighs,
 I knit my brows in pretend pain as the moisture dries. 
He whispers incantations over my scarred skin, 
his breath hot on my ass. 
I pretend to be asleep, but he knows the difference. 
According to him, when I’m awake, I’m begging for an orgasm, he has to please me he has to finish me I never finish things.
Baby come on, I know I can do it this time, No, I don’t care, I promise
I turn in pretend pleasure, stretch my back like a scared cat.
He licks, It feels good, I don’t stop him.
It feels good, 
I don’t stop him.
 I won’t