Forget

Forget that you are mesmerised by the way my mind multi tasks on minimal sleep.

Forget that my affectionate embraces warm your soul.

Forget the future we plan; your office adjacent to my studio, a bespoke building attached to our detached residence in the country.

Forget, even, that you respect me as a fellow human.

Forget all that and fuck me.

Forget that you're a nice person and fuck me like a two-bob whore. Order me into the position you want, screw me hard and relish my squealing.

Forget which pages of the kama sutra you've covered and do it all again, from scratch.

Forget everything you've read about women needing romance, use me as a sex object and know that I won't object.

Forget everything except our first night together, the night you took me to bed with nothing to lose and fucked me like there was nothing else to win.

Forget that I'm outwardly precious and fussy, force me to face you whilst I admit my filthiest fantasies before you fulfill them.

Forget everything
that has been before,
force me to bed,
please,
make me your whore.