No to Babies
No to Babies
A. Richardson
His hands wove pleasure and sin,
Along every inch of porcelain skin,
Felt his livelihood flex,
To denote of his sex;
All I could do was sultry grin.
I laid myself across the bed,
While he learnt that legs could spread;
Quickly I pushed to shove
When I saw there was no glove;
I grabbed my clothes and fled.
No matter the fun of the course,
Or the adrenaline of his force,
With the thought of cries
And financial ties,
I stop babies at the source.
- Amanda, amused