Violated

Violated
By the way you look at me
The thoughts I can read directly from your face
You silently touch me thinking I wouldnt feel a thing
You use me to please your wants because she isn't
 around
You feel the need to talk to your boys on how you did me round after round and how plateful my cookie jar was
You thought i dont know of her, so why not try your luck with them and I as well, right?
Little did you know each and everyone of your prey hurts the one you claim to be your queen. Scares after flirts, Bruises after kisses, Stabs after sex, Night after night, Mornings before the break dawn... am i forgetting something? Is it the moans of those girls or the moans of her cries? Well pick one.
How long can-
Actually, how long do you keep it going?

She is being targeted by your kind to give her
The Ride of Her Dear Faithful Life
YUM