You must think you are such a gift to the women of the world

you think you are the only one who deserves our pearls

you think we stay up at night

at night we stay with a lamp on

our lives halted when you are not there

you think your touch will undo me

make my ******* drop to my knees

dropping filled with wetness

wetness of desire

desire to be slapped

desire to be *****

desire to be kicked around

then spat out like a days old gum

desire to have our final breaths struggling beneath you

beneath you thinking “oh god could my last moment be any better”

you think i desire to lie cold all night

blood caked around my thighs

suffering ,suffering

only to be found dead in the morning……….

-gaurangi