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May 2022
So that's
This is what its like right
To live in the city, pretty
LA living, everyone licking
Connecting right on cue
And I'm tossed around like
The little *** doll
I relish in being most
And yet I still fight it
For fear of more pain
Or hoping someone would change
When its always so clear
Right at the tippy top
Whether they are eloquent
Mature
It's pretty clear.

Its clear its all ******
And often times I let
The desire men feel for me
But not to truly build with me
Weigh me down
Pull me down into the spots and places
Where I want so badly
To avoid being the weak one
So I prance and pray upon prey
The predators once I give myself over to them
I work so hard to try and be the lover
On top
But not in the sense
Like we were today
You devouring me in large plentiful gulps
And I moan my siren's song.

I spent all my girlhood years
Believing a prince would come
I'm the prince.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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