Just a Little While More

Damn it. I don’t want to rely on these pills.

I shouldn’t be online either; in this condition.

Nor should I let you pick me up in your work van.

But I do.

You give me that toothy grin and my nerves begin to dance.

I start to think about missing teens on “America’s Most Wanted”.

As if you know, you reach over and rub your hand over my crotch.

Your freshly showered soap scent mixes with your cologne and filters into my brain.

I can’t resist the smell of your body; I’m hooked.

It doesn’t really matter that your 5, 10, 15 years my senior.

I know what I want and you know how to give it.

Fucking in your car, my bed, your brother’s bed;

We’re so brazen.

I want you to grab me, yeah, just like that.

But not too hard, or I’ll remember why

I shouldn’t be here.

Manhandle me, but don’t call me a Whore.

Don’t connect me with your past,

I have my own.

Don’t talk about your job, your car, your ex-girlfriend.

I just want to feel needed, if only for this one moment.

Don’t you get it? Make me whole:

Just use me while I’m here.

Tell me how you like what I’m doing;

Make me feel like I belong somewhere

For just a little while more.