Part Four: Heartbreaks

VICTIM 1 P.O.V

I was the lucky girl tonight, my hips swish side to side, when he beckons me over, with seductive eyes.

I pass by all the salty hoes who wanted to be me, a VIP for a special show.

His dark hair is cut down to his cheeks; my hands dare to reach,

But I know if I did that I'll be knocked down, and that some other bitch would score.

That isn't happening while the ball is in my court.

We drive to the same motel he always chose; a back room looking out onto an enclosed pool.

His rough hands strips me naked and throws me on the bed.

He sure did kiss like a lover: what the hell is wrong with men?

A ripped body waves over mine; scrapping against it, like shorelines.

He sinks deeper inside my promised land.

My mouth sings loud, while he stays quite and demanding;

So focused on the grooves of his own body.

Time is ticking...

I'm aware of this moment's ending, so I savor his bliss and steal another kiss.