Calling my name..
I hear you calling my name .
Whispering dirty secrets in my ear..
Seducing my spirit into lust .
You freak , you whore , you dirty dirty boy
I know what you want me to say .
You want me to curse and moan and groan and scratch your back and lick my lips ...
You want to keep me a secret..
Tuck me away in your pocket as if I don't exist..
As if my only purpose is to feed your sweltering misogamist ego..
To let you finger fuck my mind as if it's your personal peephole .
You want me to
Listen to your lies
Let you sell me a dream
Bask in a fantasy land that you created..
Where is this place .. It's so out dated..
And the time spent waiting for you to show up.. Is so out waited..
Remember the good times?
Is anything you said to me even related ?
Or did you just spit at me .. Sending me random miscorrelations..
Asking me questions like
Will I come over tonight &
Fuck you to sleep
Then wake you up after cooking you something to eat .
Then maybe clean up the kitchen and wash your dirty sheets.
Use Gain to wash away the imprint of another woman's head on your pillow case.
Then a little bit of Downy fabric softener to cover up the scent of her dried cum on your fucking cover.
Lying motherfucker..
I am not your bitch .
- Camille Denine 👑.
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I am not your BITCH .
PoetryA woman finds herself in a take only relationship And realizes her values