she's lost
forced into the
hands of deception,
fooled.
realization has
left her immune
to pleasure.
with her eyes closed
she sucks in every
stroke of discomfort
and with every stroke
she builds hate,
she builds anger,
she overworks herself
battling in vain to
be released from this
bondage;
her body becomes tense,
numb, and energy
fades through her
breath,
she can't take any more
but, his heartless soul
will not succumb to withdrawal.
she knows, he will not stop
at his own will; they never do.
thus her image, remains ruptured.
- k y r v t
