you make my skin itch,
like thousands of minuscule spiders scaling my entire being,
from head to toe.
you touch my hair,
like an amateur guitarist stroking the strings,
just to play.
you watch me fiercely,
like a starved wolf staring down a mule deer in dead winter,
to make me squirm.
you murmur words into my ear,
that are supposed to lure me to bed,
its supposed to turn me on.
its supposed to feel good having males attention,
they say.
but bad attention isn't good attention.
— 𝓵𝓮𝓸
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cynicism. | POETRY
Poetrycynicism.: [noun] an inclination to question whether something will happen or whether it is worthwhile. "if this life is not worth living, i hope i can find something to make it worthwhile.„ a collection of poetry divided into IV Parts. for those...
