Do you wanna be on top?

he asked me again,
and I tried to put pictures
of those women
behind me, with those beautiful breast
and a strap on cock;
imagining he was something
a little more female.

Afterwards, you would complain
that I wore you out,
and that you didn't like me
calling you all those
feminine adjectives like "lovely"
and "cute"; I would comment
on how cold it was getting,
and as we stepped into your car,
the rain turned to snow;
reminding me that I hate winter.

I imagined the after melt
draining into my veins,
rushing through in a sea
of silver, feeding the
nostalgic child within my body
with false hopes and
things that were a little better
when I closed my eyes.

The drive through at KFC would
keep us waiting, long enough to lust
the chicken and cheap burgers
that hid within its walls,
only to find that things
were not as we expected
when we arrived at home,
and those bastards
forgot the macaroni.

Fuck you, KFC.
I wasn't ready for another let down.