Poetry Monday: His and Hers

She’s rough
                        He’s almost too big
She grinds on my hips
                        It hurts but feels good
The friction burns
                        That’s the right spot
She moans
                        Why does he make that face?
While I’m inside
                        He doesn’t like it
I can only think of
                        He doesn’t like me
The friction
                        He doesn’t like my body
I’m uncomfortable
                        I’m not sexy
I can’t satisfy her

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.