vow ~ 1986/age 16
I cannot get him out of my thoughts.
This is no obsession, this is no sort of love.
I open the door
to allow myself to be abused,
to allow myself to be tortured.
His hands follow my curves; his lips echo sighs.
How he humiliates me, and yet I do not compain.
But instead I whisper back to him,
I explode with him,
He picks me up, puts me down like a plaything,
he adores my adoration.
I leave, half angry, half satisfied
and I vow not to return.
But I do.
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