Thank you for having me!

“Thank you for having us!” My father said. A show of white teeth. He said it was important to be polite. 

Even though we didn’t like the food.  
 
 
When I was 10 I went to a friend’s house for dinner. When my dad picked me up he said, “Did you thank them?” 

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though I felt awkward.   
 
 
When I was 13 I went for a girls sleepover. 

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though I didn’t have fun.   
 
 
When I was 16 I met a boy named Steven. He was so cute, everyone said. We ate dinner with his dad, who swore at his Mom.  

“Thank you for having me!” I said. 

Even though it made me uncomfortable.
 
 
When I was 17 I met a man named Bill. He bought me a margarita I think. I went home too late.  

“Thank you for having me.” I said.

 Even though I vomited on the sidewalk. 
 
 
When I was 18 I met a man named Roy. He said he loved me. 

“Thank you for having me.” I said. 

Even though I said no.

Erotic Poem 

You have these obsessions,
You think leave a hole.
Come to me and we’ll see
Who really has a lost soul.

Put your hands on me, 
This is no a joke,
My soft flesh
For you to choke.

Take me under your control,
Rip my clothes.
Feed your soul. 
I’m yours to pose.

Hand on my neck, 
Take what you own
fingers in my flesh, 
Gasp and groan. 

I push you away
You laugh and pull me in, 
Push my legs apart 
I say ow! And give in.

Bury your cock in me
With a frenzied need
I scream No!
You release your seed.
-LRose