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just a girl
I'm all tied up on the inside
cord around my throat getting tighter
strung up like a marionette
penny for your thoughts mister
do you like it like this?
all lewd poses and nude in a rude way
my macabre shyness turns you on
in hidden doubt I secret
the cult of she arouses
I know, I know
it's insulting the way I make your cock feel
your mind doesn't like it
but I tease you from the darkness
did you know?
you rose on the third day of a black out drunk
I fellatio your need in the back seat of a car
I'm just a whore
I answer your urgency with needs of my own
whores aren't supposed to feel anything
my feelings for you are disconnected pleasures I can't afford
I'd spend the last of me for a taste of you
inside the void we're all just whores
needy bitches who complain too loudly at dawn
who cling to your reputation too hard
they want to be respectable
you want to be cold
so in the silence I whisper I'm just a girl
not a whore
I have feelings enough for myself
to walk out the door
Published 23rd Jun 2022
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23rd Jun 2022 2:25am
23rd Jun 2022 2:41am
We focus on what scares us the most, maybe sex or vulnerability. Maybe women take refuse the boxes men put them in so we feel safe. All I know is that there is no safety when touching someone else, all are fears and insecurities are so easily read. Men just want to be held but we can't go there so we think of bed. We call our desires a whore to forget our weaknesses and pretend they're dead.
23rd Jun 2022 5:52pm
good morning dearest poet this one was hard for me to write I worried I hurt his feelings but I wanted him to understand he was objectifying me...it hurts to desire him so badly but I wouldn't want it any other way... thank you for your very thoughtful comment ❤️
23rd Jun 2022 3:34pm
As you always do so well you captured the innocence and the darkness in a spectacular way. It's always interesting when those two things mix. You can really start to see the darkness as innocence because it's honest. It does not care who you are, it just embraces you and makes you feel alive. Or perhaps it makes feel dead but one thing is for sure you feel it strongly. The role vs the identity can get confusing, a girl or a whore, both... The limits have a way of redrawing themselves but some types of darkness can make you need to run for the door, although possibly too late. So often that maze of doors leads from one dark room to another. And that is where you will wander into eternity. Perhaps it's your salvation, perhaps it's your own personal hell. But it's yours...
Another beautiful piece.
Another beautiful piece.
23rd Jun 2022 5:54pm
good morning beautiful Kristina as always I love your perspective...it is a very intimate coming together in innocence and lust... merging the dark and light...it is painful in the great need of it but it is a beautiful feeling...thank you lovely one for such a wonderful comment giving me further insight 💕
30th Jul 2022 11:39pm
There's a balance here, between dark and light, a powerful struggle and yet such a mutual understanding of the love and lust that is hidden in the darkest of places.
Intriguing spill.
Intriguing spill.
