Jerk

Jerk

She called me jerk once and that has always been her lens. At least she doesn’t regard me as a friend and why would she when my intentions were clear from the get go “I want to fuck you”. Secretly, my direct speech turns her on, she don’t have to guess and I don’t need to pretend. What we have is pure animal attraction. The more she retreats from the passion, the more it spreads like a veldfire, scotching and blazing the globe alight. The more she resists, the stronger the bond, the chemistry. She is destined to be just another statistic. She is yearning for that, to let loose, to surrender under my hypnotic rhythm that keeps you in a trance like the Devils music, “I am gonna get ya, get ya, get ya!”. She knows I am not good for her and yet I am that repressed voice in her psyche telling her to do it, “Go for it honey, you only live once!”. I am down for YOLO just as long as she doesn’t get too attached to me. I am not your teddy bear or worse your dad. Would you want to be my mum? All this paternal talk makes my dick soft. I don’t need this.