POEM: Trustful Lust
Gripped by the wrist
Whisked away as i try to defend with words.
Those strong hands
Spawn on the floor of lust’s foot
To the heart,the body and the soul
What is thy soothe?
I loose the feel of sanity
Feeling used, wasted, shattered
His sexual urges all that mattered
And i remain a chaff
Crying alone on my behalf
I have come across several challenges,
They almost claimed my savagess
All because of a complicated word;LUST
What happens to the beauty inside
Does it really not count?
All he wants is to mount
Is the problem from my inside?
Do i bring it upon myself?
The TRUST once worshipped is now a log wood,
Chopped into the fire to make lust food.
Now i have been rumpled,
With my hair tattered, bruised lips and broken physique.
I hear his pleasurable moan
While my heart mourn
And here he comes for more!
Written by Medeira Jade😔