it's only my skin you touch
I promise I won't feel your hands
fondle me as sweetly as you can
my reactions are practiced.. rehearsed..
forced
the redrict your voice softly murmurs
meant to inspire arousal
only make me despise you and your kind.
and inside I feel spite
I try to decide if it's you I hate
or if I hate me more.
my eyes are betraying me as
the tears start to smear my face
I wish he was here
I wish he wanted me
I would waste no time as I
destroyed his body with my neglected
needs
and feel every touch, hear every word.
he granted me.
I would live in that moment and it's the memory of such I would survive on.
so go ahead.
do what vou came to do
the cash you gave is tucked inside my bra
and it's the only thing that gives me pleasure.
©flailing
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