I guess you didn’t think anyone would find out…..
Messy fingers playing with dark hairs, not
your own, alone….
Picky, tricky, but not for long…..
Walking, holding hands,
safe, not the case, because somewhere
along the way you lost your head, guess
i didn’t need your bible tongue…..
I crossed my arms, walked away…..
Toes dip to the tip, insert in me, please…..
Just smiles to go wild in a field of sin
That faithful day the wind was hard, and
i scraped my knee, you were hungry,
so you tasted, and from there we were
I hit your face, you had me on a plate,
shaking, baking, you smeared me into
crumbs…i had so fallen….
You painted me into the wall as your
penis drew my outline….
We played like children, exploring
Wonder Land, you the Madd Hatter….
In and out of my tonsils were you felt
safe to lay, color my voices….
Inside snow globes and red glows….
knew it would never last……
*IMAGES FROM PINTEREST*
Doing what is told, be bold to be different……us, dirty little
secrets…sitting under scolded tongues..eyes cast down…
out on the town….
As the little girl grows up….finally learns….
“Don’t feel sorry for me, because you see, i am
finally in control.”
*ALL IMAGES TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
I use to love coloring the playroom maroon, fire
copper, rust, wine, burgundy, scarlet, your harlot….
I was open, and you fed me with a spoon, tasted myself,
never learned my lesson….
I became absent, distracted…i was always the sensitive
one, nothing special about me…
I liked being hidden, but you brought out
another side in me….
I could never follow through in life…ready
to give up, sip the cup…..
No one could teach me, i had to learn by
myself…so i looked in the mirror
In this life i was never really suppose to
enjoy pleasure, even when you were deep
inside me, or when your mouth was soaking
up my pussy, and i finally gave in….it was never
I thought pain would piece me together, and i pretended
it would, smiles that dazzled, kisses that saved me from
Laying in silence as breathing seemed tortured, demeaning,
while you slept, and i wept..this would be the last night….
I was too twisted to ever be loved and no one would
ever understand my laughs, or i could just be high
No sir, and so now, you will be apart of the playroom
forever…in bits and pieces……
*IMAGE TAKE FROM PINTEREST*
Just him and i in our own world, in each others
minds, what a mess that is, i miss…
We see eye to eye, making each other fly….
I love it when he towers over me, not knowing
what will come next, perplexed….
We speak to no words, we just know…
String of beads up and down my spine,
pretending to play blind….
Lower still to my ass pussy, my body
Teeth clenched, i am drenched, and never
want to be dry again….
We make memories on strands of cinnamon….
Notes rise and fall as each tune is released…
I crumple like sheet music, waiting for the
next melodious creation….
*THERE WILL BE A PART 4, THE
FINAL..PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*