I will never forget
the first time you touched me.
Your tongue sizzled on my impressionable skin.
Riving, screaming and bucking I begged you.
My mind’s fingers learned
to stay away from open flames.
So you waited for someone else to throw me
on my back, to crush shoulder and breast
until my virgin bone cracked.
Riving and screaming I begged you.
I’velearned to carry your mark on my skin and shoulder.
But it wasn’t enough—you took a leg, a foot, a lot of comforts and some sleep;
your lust is chronic…
“Riving for you? Not really.”
You aren’t worth that kind of effort.
I rather write you off.
“Escape” by Yvonne Palermo