he said he wanted to get naked with me
He pulls me like a gun, point blank to his lips.
His mustache is a cactus pricking skin.
He gropes my nipples.
Show me those titties, he whispers.
He strokes me in the restroom mirror.
His ass angles over assuming the position.
A peeking red rectum gives me the eye
and I grimace in disgust.
He crouches to my crotch.
Saliva trickles to the base of sensitive skin.
Just when I'm about to explode like a Texas oil rig,
he zips up, washes hands and never looks back.
I thought he wanted to get naked with me.