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I was pleading
Asking you to remove your grip
You weren't listening
Instead, you stared at my lips
was it that you liked hearing?
the gasps, the unsolicited moans...
I still feel your breathing,
You tore me apart like a rose
Your hands are still on me
Wherever I go
Testing my sanity
Watching me fall apart, more and more
You walk by like nothing happened
Whilst I'm filled with shame,
And I still hear,
My cries of your name
Your lips...
They still travel along my neck;
Your hands, still grab, touch, rip-
The skin on my legs.
You drank me slowly
Savoured the taste
Then you came back for more,
Held me by my waist
Your rough hands explored my thighs,
Made it known to me
That they were no longer mine
And despite all the given time
You still own me
Through my dreams and your eyes
Through the flashbacks,
And any-, every...other guy.
- 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧
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