On my back in that Brooklyn night

or was it morning

midnight passed due.

My cunt still smells

like you.

Three

or was it four

fingers

spreading me wide?

My back arching towards

the shadows creeping

across your face.

Monstrous.

Please, you made me

beg.

Always asking

never

giving.

My cunt still

aches

with you inside

stretching me

wide.

Stephanie Marie