Bloodied lip

fractured hip

his idea of passion

my bones crushing

with each scream

his eyes gleam

my pain

his gain

I’m not submissive

he’s abusive

Opening up

falling

Trusting

fallen

Regretting

broken

Power surges through my finger-tips

as I confidently grab his hips

urging him to go faster

I’ve overtaken as master

My inner goodess purrs

my confidence soars

at his muffled curse

as he comes he roars

But now I’m frustrated

my needs not sated

a moment ago elated

now oddly deflated

Oh, he’s down there

I’m writhing without care

ecstasy, delight

****** in full flight

A blast from the past has invaded my head space

I’m writing this piece in the hope that

this nagging entity in the back of my mind

will hit the release button

a scratch at the back of my mind

and I want it to stop itching

Your my ex

the one that chipped away at my self-esteem

the one that when you were around

I was only happy in a dream

the one that I tiptoed around

like a meek little mouse

He was mean, cruel

and I adored him

like only a blinkered teen girl can

I know it wasn’t love

but an all consuming obsession

I

shot the messengers

the one’s that tried to tell me straight

I didn’t want to hear it then

But now, I’m tracing back in time

the old me to find

the girl I was before I met him

that confident girl who thought the world was her oyster

the girl for six years I locked away

I let her shadow out, until now

I’m going to open that padlock (scary) slowly

I’m going to work on myself

hopefully return to the old me

but an older, wiser and better her

I’m then going to lock him away

in the treasure chest of my past

he’s helped make me what I am

and for a lot of that (not all) I am grateful

because he has given me the gift of empathy

I’m going to look out for a girl like me

and If i can

help

Thanks for reading

this write has been a bit of a journey

and I feel so much lighter

I hope to make my debut soon

Sultry glances

lingering touches

warm the heart of amour

An unspoken vow

passes between us

and its tantalising

Eyes filled with desire

***** on fire

Wow the eroticism

Pulses racing

sweaty palms

imagined delights

Flirty games

building passion

causing arousal

“Later” we whisper

both lust-filled

tortuous afternoon

Body shattered

beyond repair

kicked, battered

bypassers stared

Good Samaritan

no longer exists

fear spreading

guardian’s a myth

Waiting to intervene

hesitatation

ruptured spleen

devastation

For myself, no respect

stood crying

cause and effect

my soul’s dying

I want to be loved for myself

not because I have a nice shelf

My eyes are higher

raise your gaze, squire

I know I have a nice rack

keep talking to it and I won’t be back

So yes lads, admire

lustful thoughts, inspire

but remember that I’ve got a brain

and high heels that can cause pain