Thursday, August 11, 2005

The Thought before The Storm

She'll cry and cringe as you touch her but the tears won't fall.

SHe'll moan, they'll be fake.

She'll bite her lip, all the wrong reasons.

How could you do this to her? how?

And here she was, thinking you were her only. Respect?

ridiculous.

Just thinking of it now her whole body tightens. don't you dare joke. don't you dare.

Fuck her, fuck her hard. Fuck her with tears in your eyes and rough hands. rough hands.

Her breathing is labored. Not with the act. with pain. pain.

How could you? how fucking could you?

And here she was, loving you. Ridiculous, loving you.

She thought to herself "I was only beautiful in your eyes." You proved her wrong.

You amde her dirty.

Did you know she usually reserved "d" words for all the other boys? not you.

Dirty, disrespected, degraded.

this is disgusting. fucking disgusting.

How could you even think it?

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