parts of me don't feel like they're mine

 where you touched me here, now when I touch i feel your tocuh


my body has a reaction


you said you liked fucking with me

I guess touching me and seeing my reaction

it was intoxicating


so many mixed signals or maybe a mix of help me and my aunt died

and the bull shit


and the silence. I would have called a nigga by now. 

but I don't. I keep myself here locked up in the castle like a dragon is running around

and dangerous.

ester had Malachi. queens have kingdoms. wives have husbands. I have no covering. 

I see how cool that is now. I have father, father, father. 


please help me now, father. 

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