Love Slap

I ran from love, far and fast, sprinting toward an invisible finish line.
I never finished. There was always something more waiting around the bend,
turning corners, tightly wrapped in your emotions. I let my guard down.
Now you’re peeling back the layers, finding out what makes me sexy.
You see through the clothes I wear, the fear I feel, and the way I stare at you
when I think you’re not looking. You pretend to sleep as I slip out into the day,
having spent the night wrapped up in your arms.

I almost get away but you pull me back. This is love smothering me. These are your hands holding me down. This is your cock smacking my face, fucking me harder and deeper than all the others until you’re hitting my soul. I’m paralyzed but I don’t care. It feels so good, I give myself over. It feels so good to lose control.

Unwrap me. Devour me like a morning snack, give life to my tired body,
worn down from your thick cock thrusting deep inside of me until I can no longer think, feel, or breathe. I’m staring off into space, listless and drooling.
I can no longer scream. I’ve cum so much that my heart is now offline.
I can’t feel the way I feel for you because you’ve fucked it out of me. I wonder if I still love you or if I’ve escaped. I dare not move as you hold me down, finishing yourself off in me. I know you are using me but I can feel your heart stirring too. I can feel the way you hold yourself back. It’s pointless. I’ve got you.

We’re not supposed to fall in love. We’re supposed to run. So why am I flat on my face under your weight? Why are you telling me you love me with every thrust of your cock? I can feel your seed inside of me sowing the beginnings of vines that will tie this up neatly into some kind of bow. Love is always the answer, even when you’re fucking my face. Even when you’re pulling away, I still know.