The roughness of his muscles
The tenderness of his touch
His eyes that are piercing
His voice that is not often heard
The wanting within my body.
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Unexpectedly but planned
You were to be my toy
Now I am yours
Please set me free
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I am split in two
Wanting you – needing you
Hating you – killing you
Both equal dominant
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Set me free
Your silence is haunting
As are the memories of your touch
I am begging you
YOU ARE READING
The story of me
PoetryThey might not make sense, but they are all parts of what is the story of me.
