Pillow talking with you, next to a married man.
Every Friday at 9pm.
We touch, we moan, we scream.
Your shiny Rolex is always left on the dresser, next to your wallet.
"Should I take it? Even after the pain I went through?".
Contemplating with my consciousness.
The wedding ring glistens in the moonlight by the window.
I sigh at myself and ask why I keep putting myself through this?
Is it because he's paying my rent?
Bought me a whole new car?
He told me last night that his wife is pregnant after he snatched my soul from my body.
Side eye, side eye.
He did it to me again.
Fucked me until my soul was gone.
Devilishly handsome man.
Magic hands that he has.
I cry, I yell.
Shaking with fury.
Never felt such anger and love all at once.
Greedy man.
He got up and kissed my forehead.
Grabbed my wet face.
9am is when he leaves.
It's 8:58am.
Two minutes until the cycle starts again.
After he got dressed, he grabbed my neck and said "You belong to me. As long as you keep me cummin, you're gonna be drowned in hundreds!"
I felt powerless.
He let me go.
I turned to look at my clock, it's 9am.
I cried and told him "Just leave it on the fucking dresser!"
He put thirty thousand dollars on the dresser.
"Same time next week." With his dangerous smile.
I lit my blunt up, crying looking at my money on the dresser.
Trapped in this vicious transaction.
First let me say Happy New Year. I know I have been gone for a while. Life has been crazy, but I'm back. I'm going to be writing more stories and experiences. I'm so happy that people are starting to read my poetry. I appreciate you all. Please vote and comment, thank u 😊. Blessings 🙏🏾.
