Tattered black hair and perfect white teeth. Drunk and sober she was the same.
We liked to fuck. And fuck. And fuck. Sometimes we’d fuck again.
She was an agent in some secret bureau or agency or something. Secretive shit but she liked to fuck. And fuck. And fuck.
She worked a day job as a paraleagal at a huge law office. She liked it ok. But she liked to fuck. And fuck. And fuck.
Prettiest green eyes on her Angelic face. Perfect body to fuck. We fucked. And fucked
There was romance sometimes. When I could. When she could. She was an original. Spontaneous and well planned too. Confused? I am. I was. But we fucked. And fucked.
She went to school. I graduated years ago and had no secured future. She wanted more than a good fuck. The fucking was good.
She’d leave me. I’d mourn her. I’d get her back. We’d fuck. And fuck. And fuck harder with more intensity than ever. I wonder if that’s why she’s leave me. Make up sex.
The break ups got easier each time. I was beginning to get the hang of what to say and do to fuck again. And again.
I loved fucking that perfect body. We fucked everywhere. We’d meet to make up and fuck in the streets, our cars, her bed, my bed, couches, public restrooms, anywhere. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.
It ended a year to the date we started it. I was hitting a low point of my life and she was afraid it would affect her secret career. I wasn’t good enough as a member of society. Didn’t even get a last fuck.
It’s been years and we still haven’t fucked. Or fucked. Or fucked. Or even talked.
I hear she keeps fucking. And fucking. And fucking. Sometimes she fucks my friends. And fucks. And fucks.
I haven’t fucked much. Or fucked.
Just wanted to say goodbye to her. Goodbye to fuck.
*written for you Kathryn. Keep on fuckin’*