I hate her, I love her.

She moans, she gasps, she pants my name.

Her fingers in my hair, pushing me towards her core.

She begs for more, she orders me onwards.

I suck, I kiss, I lick, I nibble.

Each action driving her one step closer, closer to release.

My fingers reach out, they touch where she wants.

She's gasping, gasping, gasping for more.

Another one in, the groans and moans.

She's close, closer than ever.

Her eyes clenched shut, her body in spasms,

She's moaning out loud, the whole house can hear.

Her eyes burst open, her mouth does too.

She's trying to scream, but no sounds come out.

Her body is shaking, her juices are flowing.

She's drenching her bed, she's drenching my arm.

Her body still shakes, her breathing is fast.

She's looking at me, like I'm not even there.

Her spasms cease, her breathing slows down,

she rolls onto her side, mutters a thank you.

Then she looks over her shoulder, looks at me,

my jeans, my shirt, christ even my belt.

None of it's off, but she doesn't care.

She's had her fun, she got what she wanted.

She tells me to leave, her parents will be home soon,

She says she'll call me, she says she wants to hang out.

I know it's a lie, she won't call.

At least, not until she wants something again.

I step out of the room, into the fresh air.

Her room smells of sex, like that's a surprise.

I look back in, as I close the door.

She's sound alseep, cute as a doll.

I love her, I hate her, I love her, I hate her.

I love her, I hate her, no, I hate myself...

By Alexie Seele