bigbadwolf7

Sitting in a motel waiting for the news

It is downpouring
outside
I feel trapped
as i sit
in this
seedy run down motel room
waiting
for the cops to catch you
or for someone
to kill you
whichever
comes
first

I told you not to trust me
but you did it anyway
& that is your bad
& all that money
i stole from you
you stole from
someone else anyway
so i guess it was just fate
rearranging the playing cards
& the wager you made
when you took that bet
is sitting comfortably
under my chair

i sit here
watching reruns
of the news
new names & faces
same old story
as history unfolds
just the way
they wrote it

when you walk
in front of
the tv
bend over
half naked
your ass
barely
covered
by those panties
look at me
from between your legs
& tell me
that you
are bored

so i recite some poetry i made up
off the top of my head
about how
amazing
your eyes are
when you cum

the ceiling starts leaking
like someone
put the bed
in the shower
but we are too far gone
to care

you soaking wet
is so fucking hot
that it takes me back
to that first time
& i grab my sunglasses
so you can look
at the reflection
of your eyes
as you cum
I have to hold onto you
'cause this spasm
i am not used to
& i can't take it any more
and give in....

we share the only dry cigarette
& as you hand it to me
a bulletin comes over
the tv screen....

the
hunter
is
no more

now our new life can start

then again
i think it already has