Trust

Trust


She liked to get choked
She liked the pressure on her throat,
And found it fun to be abused,
Because she liked being used.

Everyone was nice to her,
But she felt so bad,
Because she did things in her life,
That she could never tell her dad.

So she searched for mean men,
Who could teach her a “lesson.”
Who knew how to fuck her,
And knew how to undress her.

She liked when her they ripped off her clothes
It was the only time that she blushed,
Because after she was exposed
She did not think her body was worth much.

But then she met a nice man,
Who was tender and sweet,
And yet at the say time, and in all the right ways
He was a passionate and savage beast.

She fell for him quick,
And he fell for her,
But then just as fast, she drew back—
Because she felt like he was to good

She did not feel
Like she deserved a man who would bow at her feet;
Who was confident, strong,
And ready to face any challenge that he happened to meet.

She did not know how to react
So she continued to draw back,
Hoping that her dream
Would soon fade to black

But the man became patient;
She wanted time, and he gave it
But she started to grow cold,
Like bare feet on the floor, of an empty concrete basement.

She was afraid they would become attached,
And was afraid they would get hurt,
Because she was not ready for commitment
And she passed him off as a curse.
 
But she did not want to lose him,
She just wanted to be single;
To get out, explore,
And not be afraid to have fun and mingle.

So then, she left him,
Because she thought it was best for him;
And that he would find a better woman,
While she fucked other men.

And he even said that was fine;
She could still fool around,
But even with that freedom
She still felt held down.

He was hurt, of course,
It was her he adored,
And he was willing to try anything;
But she had to be her own woman, and walked out the door.

She cared for him deeply,
And wished she could be with him another day,
But she was not ready to face him,
Because she felt like she caused him to much pain

But it was his pain and his sorrow
Which he had to swallow.
And he liked that she challenged him,
Because he liked to look for a brighter tomorrow.


So yes, she liked to get choked,
Because she felt she was bad,
But she was a good girl,
Who just missed her dad.

She could not get his approval
And it tore her heart apart,
Because she could not realize
That it was not her fault.

Her father failed to see her beauty;
The woman she had become,
And she wanted his approval
To be proud with what she had done.

So when she looked in the mirror;
All she saw was her faults,
And it went far beyond her looks,
Like a never ending assault.

So yes, she liked to get choked,
Because she felt she was bad,
And when she was punished,
It relieved her feeling of sad.

Later in life,
She began to miss the sweet man who was tender,
But it was to late to get him back,
Because years had passed, and he found another lover.

But this allowed her time to find strength, and she became independent.
The many years that passed, had not slowed her down;
She could be happy on her own,
And when she spoke out confident and loud, she made other women proud.

“Yes,” she would say, after she found her true love. “I like to get choked, and not because I feel bad.
I like the pressure of all the love, trust, and care that we have.
My Love can push me to my limits, and I can push him to his,
And we challenge each other, before we give in.
And then when we climax,
Whether it is him, or me;
I know we are happy,
Because I love him, and he loves me.”

The woman was happy, it was true,
And she found the confidence to do anything she wanted to do.
Because after a long hard search, within herself,
She was able to find the woman, who she barely knew.