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Mar 2017
I just met my Prince Charming.
He walked towards me
until he's an inch closer
that I can hear him breathing.

He kissed my lips...

but not in a romantic way.

I thought it was going to be
subtle and sweet.
I thought it will be the same
as what I've seen in the movies
when I was a kid.

Unlike the fairy and the animals
who helped in dressing up Cinderella,
my Prince Charming helped me undress.
I wore my best outfit
to impress him
but he chose to tear it down.
Stripped, as he wanted to see me bare.

He ran his fingers on my skin.
He touched me in different parts
that I didn't even want.
He held me too tight
that makes it harder to breathe.

My Prince left me
on the curbside, naked.
He went away quickly
that he did not even bother
to say goodbye.

Would it be better if I stayed in the castle?
**** rapeculture *** lust
A Tango
Written by
A Tango  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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