Need You to Want Me

Need You to Want Me

A Poem by The Things She Noted

You tell me to take it easy
But when you’re in between my thighs
You want it rough
Hard
You want me to belittle myself
Make myself smaller
Under the weight of you
You like the way my neck crooks to the side
How my head hits the plastic arm rest
You like me weak
And vulnerable
Your car
Your gas
We’re on your time
And your on top
You want me to be excited
Like I can’t wait
You want me to whimper
Like a child in the cold
You want me to cry
In elation
Perhaps in sadness
You wouldn’t know the difference
You want my legs around your back
But not too tight
My toes pointed at your polyurethane roof
My eyes watching them flex
And flatten
You want my hair in my mouth
And my shirt unbuttoned
But you need to do it yourself
You want me to touch myself
For you
You want and want and want
And I need and need and need
To be seen
To be beautiful
To be pleasurable
And perfect
I need to roll my hips
And cup my breasts
I need to lick my lips
And run my fingers through your hair
To feel your winter sweat
On my skin
I need you to want me
And you want me to need you
And so I leave with my neck sore
And my head bruised
And you leave with your neck straight
And your head high
I go to my bed and cry into a polyester pillow
You go to bed and cum again
At the thought
Of me needing you
To want me
When you’re done you roll over
And text me
That was fun
And through my fat soggy wet tears
I text you back
Can’t wait to do it again

© 2023 The Things She Noted


Author's Note

The Things She Noted
I never know how to break up my poems, any advice would be great!!

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Added on February 2, 2023
Last Updated on February 2, 2023
Tags: Poem, poetry, love, sex, hate, vulnerable, lonely, story, truth, true, pain, sadness

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The Things She Noted
The Things She Noted

toronto, Canada



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