Sheets

And though I
Match the masculine
To your feminine...
I am not afraid to tell you
To fuck me harder...
Nor am I afraid to tell you to stop
Because I know
The simple statement
Will cause a rise
In your imaginary member
And force you to soldier on relentlessly
I'm more so afraid to grip my sheets...
Because you know how I feel about my Egyptian cotton...
And the way you
PAUSE
POUND
ROTATE
Repeat...
Hitting my spot like
An elevator button
Pressed to take me higher
And higher
Just might make me tear these bitches---
Then again
I'm sure they've got them in stock somewhere...
Shit.