It doesn't have to be a stranger to be legitimate. Someone you have never seen, but if you have been public with him, he asks for one dance and kisses him goodbye likely with a closed mouth. These men range powers, these men smell nice and rich in their perfumes. They act friendly and make us acquainted.
We can meet them at circle we consider friends, see them at a friend's house, or with someone else we know. We can even have them come over for dinner and get raped in our own houses, our clothes, and underwear turned out. These are men we consider friends.
I can remember each sound of pleasure he makes while he took every part of me. How he grabs my breast, slides his lund inside me as if he owns it. Every part of it disgusts me like a warm in spoilt shawarma.
This kills me because it is written only in the heart. I will drink of the river that gives birth to great men, never to see one.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Ocean Of Emotions
Puisicollection of my poems. it may look like I am telling a story but it's all poem to me. Emotions poured out in words. I write to heal.
