The Bus Ride by Ivan Brkaric

Over her shoulder
she looks with disgust.

You happen to catch
a glimpse of her.

Pulling her panties
out of her ass crack
and fondling
her breasts.

Under her breath
she makes a
smart remark.

As if it is your fault
that she sat
in the seat
right next
to you.

Insecurities by Ivan Brkaric

Not too long ago she whipped out a purple dildo.

It was the size of my forearm and as thick as a soda can.

She said it would spice up our sex life.

I didn’t get it though!

I would have preferred a much smaller dildo than my own penis.

But who’s got the time for insecurities?

Right?