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Permission

Do things to me in my sleep  
You fucking creep  
Did I give you permission, no.  
   
You’re standing there as I’m passed out  
Watching men mess about  
My unconscious body is not your toy  
Did I give you permission, no.  
   
I know I chose to take such drugs  
Associate with creeps and thugs  
So come assault me why don’t you    
It’s what the other boys seem to do    
   
I’m lying there thinking I’m safe  
No recollection of my day    
Yet I wake up my clothing’s moved  
Around the room, what did you choose    
   
My socks and trousers on the floor  
I’ve not woken up to this before    
I don’t know who or where I am    
I just passed out, what is this scam  
   
I thought you were my honest friend    
Friend til the end, not on a mind bend    
You make me sick, your mind is twisted    
Taking off my clothes and knickers    
   
Who are you, why did you watch  
Who joined in, on your own couch    
I stayed for days, I remember none    
Don’t take those pills, they’ll rape you, gone.
Written by Kinkwizard_95
Published | Edited 29th May 2024
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