panty snatcher

short hair, worn jeans, 

rolled sleeves with the hint 

of tattoos trailing down 

the length of her forearms. preferably 

riding a bike, or driving 

a truck, cigarette between her lips 

even though i can't stand the smell of smoke. 

some one i'd let fuck me 

in the back seat of a car 

in public, her hand clamped over 

my mouth so i can't scream 

when i come. 

she'd leave me on the corner 

of a street downtown, 

my panties in her pocket, 

red bruises trailing down 

my neck and my cum 

on her lips as she drives away.

even after all that 

i don't think i'd be capable of loving her.