Sex
Sex
Sex
I️ know what it is to me
It is my past
The past you desperately want me to be
The past you spit in my face every time you are given the opportunity
But what you want is a little different
You don't want the whore from before
You're little more greedy
You want the whore that is desperate and needy
But not for the exhilarating feel of my body trembling underneath you as I️ cum
You want the whore that is melancholy and numb
The whore who will lie on her back obeying all your commands
Like a dog who's collar is embedded in its skin from how hard you pulled on its leash
And yet you have the audacity to preach
"Whore"
As if that word defines me
As if my only obligation on this planet is to spread my legs for all the world to see
But let me ask you this
How does fucking the whore make you better than me?
Is it because my body is the body that accepts the seed?
Whether or not my head and heart are willing
My body accedes that part of you
Because biology has programmed it to accept it as need
But please know that
I'm not as naïve
Not nearly so
As you make me out to be
I'm well aware that you don't give a damn about me
Not a single care about consent or the things that I️ need
Your cravings are lustful shades of red and green greed
And in your mind you believe it justifies all you have taken from me
No
No
No
Did you not hear me as I️ screamed?
Did you not feel me weeping under those blood stained silk sheets?
It was a magical moment for you I️ am sure
But to this day my fragile heart remains sore
And as I️ wallowed in my self pity and shame
You took more
More
More
Until there was nothing left to take
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