He crawled inside my body,
When you serve your morality to a crowd of Famished self acclaimed gentlemen,
They will not treat it as if it was caviar
Slathered mouths accompanied by a satisfying grin will fill the room
Filling the walls with air so heavy you probably choke
Or was that his cologne
But always quietly
Don’t be rude now, you’re a lady
Your mothers voice scolds only your mind
Four feet away from the bed,
Watch him as he slips his Jeans as if they were a shield,
Smothering any opportunity for even a sliver of intimacy
The zipper sounds of the finishing credits to your favourite movie
You know the next one will be different,
Catch the beer he throws at you,
You’re going to need it.
The next one will be the same.
But you know that don’t you?
©LKavanaugh
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
He crawled inside my body,
When you serve your morality to a crowd of Famished self acclaimed gentlemen,
They will not treat it as if it was caviar
Slathered mouths accompanied by a satisfying grin will fill the room
Filling the walls with air so heavy you probably choke
Or was that his cologne
But always quietly
Don’t be rude now, you’re a lady
Your mothers voice scolds only your mind
Four feet away from the bed,
Watch him as he slips his Jeans as if they were a shield,
Smothering any opportunity for even a sliver of intimacy
The zipper sounds of the finishing credits to your favourite movie
You know the next one will be different,
Catch the beer he throws at you,
You’re going to need it.
The next one will be the same.
But you know that don’t you?
©LKavanaugh
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