Niklas Stephenson

Poetry 1 Minute

Her First Time

I pushed it in.
Her first time.
It changed her life
she wanted more
than I could give.
She begged and begged,
I gave in,
repetitive pushes
inside of her.
Blood rushes to the head.
Chemical disbalance.
Endorphines.
Feeling of power
laying lifeless on her bed.
God came home
when I pushed
the insects in her veins.
Those jittery fuckers
that will never leave.

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