I glance down at a drafted drawing of a woman in the presence of an artist.
“This concept!
This artwork!
shakes paper
It’s absolutely beautiful
It’s sensational
It made me feel things I cannot describe”
“When you finish can I keep it?
I’d like to hold onto it for a very long time”
You smile and nod as if to give it to me another day.
You leave for the evening with your leather jacket dangling around your shoulder.
As I daydream about getting down to brass,
My eyes gaze at the bare wall in front of me.
Where your artwork could be placed just magnificently.
What would hold it up?
I wondered.
I lay down and begin imagining that I am a thumbtack.
His thumbtack
Strange... I’m allowing these images of objectification to enter my mind.
But I have these feelings now
Whereas I didn’t before
Because he did not resist the other purposes I felt I had at the time
Leading up to this moment
He never tried to make me dull
And even now, I do not feel feeble
I feel sharper than ever
Sharp enough to be pushed into a wall
Pushed as hard as he’d like
Just to hold this concept tightly
The next evening we kiss.
Your arm grips the bottoms of my shoulders
You arrange my legs around your back
You lift my weight into to another room
I feel slight bruising beneath my skirt as I’m escorted to the area of your choice.
My thighs feel the pressure of your fingers
Areas neglected of kissing are none
I expel all the air from my lungs and breathe in
As I begin to notice that you have just pressed my back into the bare wall.
My ******* feel crushed beneath your chest.
Your hand covers my mouth to enhance my focus.
You lift me up higher to stabilize.
Between breaths I hear
“You my dear, are the woman in the drawing.. and I will hold you here for a very long time”.
He pushes further and further into me.
Further and further into me.
Further and further.
Further…
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 2:09 AM UTC
I glance down at a drafted drawing of a woman in the presence of an artist.
“This concept!
This artwork!
shakes paper
It’s absolutely beautiful
It’s sensational
It made me feel things I cannot describe”
“When you finish can I keep it?
I’d like to hold onto it for a very long time”
You smile and nod as if to give it to me another day.
You leave for the evening with your leather jacket dangling around your shoulder.
As I daydream about getting down to brass,
My eyes gaze at the bare wall in front of me.
Where your artwork could be placed just magnificently.
What would hold it up?
I wondered.
I lay down and begin imagining that I am a thumbtack.
His thumbtack
Strange... I’m allowing these images of objectification to enter my mind.
But I have these feelings now
Whereas I didn’t before
Because he did not resist the other purposes I felt I had at the time
Leading up to this moment
He never tried to make me dull
And even now, I do not feel feeble
I feel sharper than ever
Sharp enough to be pushed into a wall
Pushed as hard as he’d like
Just to hold this concept tightly
The next evening we kiss.
Your arm grips the bottoms of my shoulders
You arrange my legs around your back
You lift my weight into to another room
I feel slight bruising beneath my skirt as I’m escorted to the area of your choice.
My thighs feel the pressure of your fingers
Areas neglected of kissing are none
I expel all the air from my lungs and breathe in
As I begin to notice that you have just pressed my back into the bare wall.
My ******* feel crushed beneath your chest.
Your hand covers my mouth to enhance my focus.
You lift me up higher to stabilize.
Between breaths I hear
“You my dear, are the woman in the drawing.. and I will hold you here for a very long time”.
He pushes further and further into me.
Further and further into me.
Further and further.
Further…
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