Poem For A Girl That Liked Anal Sex Before It Was Cool:

she slammed the car into park

& demanded of me

why did you do that last night

to me

i told you not to?

because your fanny

perfectly fuckable

all the teenage nights

sucking throat & whispering

to you exact need

& hand-full kneading

your glorious buns

like two lovely loaves of dough

because when i

emptied into you

that way i knew it would be warm

and tight

and safe from births

from young troubles

that way, you could not pretend

your sounds & motions

your squeaks & distress

you did also

orgasm

i inside

always wanted

you know