In the Backseat
Open the car door
Grin and run your fingers through my hair
push me on the floor
I cry hard but you don't care
Why are you doing this?
I'm sorry my tears stain your jeans
All I wanted was a kiss
Tell me to shut up as my pain streams
What are you doing?
I can't move at all
Is it your dominance you're proving?
Because at your feet I already fall
Your hand in my pants
I scream a helpless plea
Listen to your threatening rants
Why are you hurting me?
You stop after what feels like hours
Slap my face in punishment
My fear rising like towers
Like wise builds my resentment
So I'll weep into my hands
Not a wail or tear misses a beat
I fell into your evil plans
Now the torture in forever seen
Forever in the backseat
© Copyright 2016 Micki Jennings. All rights reserved.
Poem / Gay and Lesbian
Short Story / Gay and Lesbian
Poem / True Confessions
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