i'm quite glad that
a pandemic is here.
i get to sit at home
cozy and comfortable,
no one to force me
to come out of my shell.
i'm safe and sound,
untouched and unfucked,
happy and tranquil,
loved and humbled,
stable and carefree.
i no longer have
to feel your
arms around mine
and let you suck my breasts.
it's a relief.
i no longer have
to get naked
and let myself
get fucked by you
front or back.
it's a merry, merry time
my body and mind
are bursting with joy
and extreme
soulfulness is
growing inside of me.
your lust has
finally been subsided
for a little time
to let me recover
from the trauma
and the scars
you've so easily
given me.
it's time for me
to heal and grow,
revive myself
and my soul.
but,
i know
these moments
are fugitive.
there will come
a dreadful day
which will bring
me back to you
and suffering.
till then,
let me have
what i have now
moments of solitude
which are enough
for me to gather courage
for all the touching
and forced smiling.
