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Post by disconekro on Jun 27, 2008 21:03:36 GMT -5
You want me but you don't want to be with me. It's laughable. But I want to be held so bad that I go along with it. Consequences be damned. Regrets I push aside. I let you lead me as I huddle myself away in this shell of a body that you want so badly. I am a body to you. Not a soul, not a person; just a cure to your horniness. Pretty face, battered self esteem, I'm the perfect snack to sate you. No need to talk, thats not what we're here for. Rip off my packaging to see what you will soon be thrusting into. I'm a perfect f*ck toy no sweet talking, no promises, just feed yourself from my body while you sweat on top of me. I tell myself I want this, that maybe tomorrow you'll call and want to be with me. You give no thought of my readiness but instead tear into me with only your pleasure in mind. I let the stream of salt run down my face and hope that soon the pain will fade and turn to warmth. I pray that you'll be done soon so that you can hold me. And you do hold me, but not in a way that one would mistake for fondness. This is obligation, payment to me. You've had you're fun and wiggle out of my reach. I quickly dress and run out the door. There's an ache in my step and a new hole in my heart.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 29, 2008 16:23:03 GMT -5
I am seeing the word "I" too many times.. Its a little distracting. Do you mean for this writing to be poetry, prose or something else? Difficult to give technical critique unless I know whats going on. Feels almost like a journal/diary entry.. Its hard to connect to your emotions.
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