His reaction
to my time of the month
is all wrong.
His grin brightens
and he says
this means
I can’t get pregnant right now.
I suspect
his intel
is flawed but
it’s not like I planned any of this.
I just wanted him to stop looking
at other girls’ butts.
I fought for his attention,
and now I have it.
All his hot beer breath on my face.
All his shoving my skirt aside
positioning maxi pad panties askew.
All his thrusting
from above.
I feel him inside me
fleetingly think
This is it
I’m really doing it
I’m having sex.
And yet it does not feel
sexy.
Nothing like
I’ve imagined.
I try to guard
My midsection.
More like MAX-section!
We’ve never been
fully naked together
because damn that is a lot of bloat!
This would be a bad time
for him to notice
You have
a disgusting amount
of flab.
I don’t want
his attention on
that fat pigbitch body
just look at your glowing pale skin
jiggling by the light of the streetlight
I want to disappear.
But he seems to be enjoying
what is happening
between us
my wired nerves ignored.
Like I’m missing this.
I push away self-loathing
but can’t quite find the rhythm
before he’s tapping my hip
to signal he’s almost done
so I slide out of the way which is
heh
not an easy maneuver.
Panic
the sperm are coming!
I’m moving away too slow.
The unmarried seat belt buckle
bites into my ass cheek where my
worst pair of cotton undies
stretch across
like a butt-shash
my buttocks won
the pageant after all
my prize is
his jizz
all over my crumpled skirt.