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Oct 2012
I'm unrecognizable
To myself in this costume he made for me
All I wanted was a touch
He turned it into a grip
He gripped hard and
First I thought it was my lust
He touched
More than that
My mind was fiddled with
My eyes closed
Never would I let this happen
But he dressed me
With the costume he made for me
His hands on my
Willing body
His words were real
My mind surrendered

I never knew
How much a touch could
Affect me and that grip
Oh, that god forsaken grip
He held with all his power
Even though his body said "Stop!"
But he was lost
My eyes closed
And he was lost
There was no way
Back to ourselves
The costumes glued to our bodies now
We're no longer ourselves
We're no longer each other

I'm unrecognizable
To him with this ******* costume
It wasn't made by him, wasn't made for me
It is me
He relaxed his grip and let go
Ran back blind
There was no way to go
Too late, your grip was made
Your mark is dug deep

Two strangers unknowingly
Released each other
For each other
We're doomed.
Jennifer
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Jennifer  23/F/New Jersey
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