I've never seen his face,
though we've met twice already.
After two conversations online, I knew I wanted to meet him.
"Come to ****" he said, and I did.
When I got off the train he gave me my instructions.
I found the car, wrapped the scarf around my head and over my eyes, and got in.
He drove while I was squinching on the back seat, and then stopped.
I nearly jumped when he opened the car door and sat next to me.
I cold smell him near me as he felt my pulse..
Blood pressure can't hide fear.
"Are you affraid of me?"
I answer and can feel his satisfaction.
The next day was when the mindgames started.
He could be any guy passing me on the street or even down campus,
Or even someone I used to know in the past, maybe even rejected...
I let a stranger take me into his car,
slap me, hurt me, swear at me, humiliate me...
And I couldn't have enough of him.
He agreed to come over, since I had a test coming up.
I knew how he wanted me dressed, sophisticated classy lady,
And so I did with a black dress, a white thong and beautiful heels.
It was about 2am before my
FMS pain got the best of me.
I was embaressed, but it hurt so bad I couldn't help but tell him.
Maybe it was because I couldn't see his face, but he didn't seem disappointed.
He just lay there on the back seat, letting me rest my head on him.
We talked and talked, and yet I never said what I really wanted to say..
I never told him how sweet his lips were the first time he let me kiss him, that very night.
I never told him even though I don't know him, or can't see him, that I can see his insides bright as day.
I never told him pain had never felt so sweet on my nipples and cheeckbones.
I never told him goodbye..
Oh how I wish I had only known, how this would end.
As always,
wrong place, wrong time.. right man.
Joey
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