That One Time I Did Something I Shouldn'T Have Poem by Larisa Marie Davis

and how could i do something with him,
i could say it was the shots i did
it wasnt planned, on whim,
and now the memories play like
worn out recordings of a favorite song.

tormented and tarnished
ill need reputation varnish,
in order to buff out the details
of my sordid pitfalls.

i believe it to be,
orange jubilee,
that made the thought of getting on my knees,
ok.

and him being the exboyfriend,
to my exbestfriend
doesnt help me,
as i listernie my mouth,
to get his taste out.

and it disgusts me to think about,
but im no perfect,
however i pulled a rhianna
in order to pleasure him.

in a sick way it satisifed me,
to swallow back,
because id done a good job,
at least thats what the coating on my hands,
and face, and throat told me.

but its not what scared me the most,
as my mouth played host,
to his closest member.
i liked it.