Imagine me with no clothes on.
My bare ******* poking up and out, spilling out of my crisscrossed arms
Imagine what I do when no one's watching.
How my naughty little fingers move in the dark.
How my lips find my wrists and plant kisses along them.
But what if I told you that my naughty little fingers
Don't secretly stroke the insides of my thighs
But instead glide across the scarred skin with razor blades?
What if I told you that my ***** bitten lips
Don't leave lipstick marks along my arms
But instead mouth the words to a song playing only in my head?
What if I told you that when no one's watching
I don't touch myself beneath the covers
But instead I cover my mouth
Soaking the pillow case with empty cries?
Have you stopped smirking in the dark and started zipping up your pants?
Have you lost all interest and are skimming the last lines?