He hovered above me,
averting his face
from mine
and avoiding my longing lips.
'Won't you kiss me? '
Only a scoff
and continued thrusting
was his reply.
He held my hands away
so that I would not
be able to hold him
and caress him.
And as hear near the point
of discharge
he pulled me up from the floor
and stood behind my head.
I felt his warm issue
cover the scalp of my head.
'There, you can use it as shampoo! '
He laughed wildly and grabbed his clothes.
He pulled a ten from his pocket
and shoved it in my face.
'Here, just so that this verifies
that there is nothing between us.'
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