You tug at my jeans
impatient, excited
for a moment I feel
worthy-wanted
I'm desirable to you
and that makes me feel good
everything is happening
so fast, sloppy kisses
frantic hands,
touching-going everywhere
when I hesitate, you spill
out reassurances and I
believe all of them
I am your fix, your drug
and I cherish every trashy
minute of fake moans
and how I dig my nails into your
back, arching and letting you
deeper inside of me

what the hell, if I am your antidote
take as much of me as you want.