A taste of it,The thrill of it,Leaves me yearning for…
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An epitome of grace and beauty she isn’t. Everything about her is awkward – from her gait to her nervous babbling. She stands there, with all her pride and a poor posture, staring at nothing in particular, a vacant expression on her face, lost in the wastelands of her own thoughts.
My mind failed me
Dry hopelessness evident in my widened eyes
My limbs failed me
Frozen and unmoving
I failed myself
As another took control over me
Trailing trails of electric touches over my tender flesh
Because that’s all I was at the end of it
Meat to be used for another’s pleasure