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Please do not read this if you are a minor. This is written with sexual content. :)

Love me with an intense love.
Undress me and see me for whom I am.
I have self harmed scars that wear on my wrist, I now call them my battle scars because of the survivor in me.
Kiss me all over my body.
Soft kisses and trail them to my intimate spot.
Let me moan out your name in ecstasy. Or holler daddy when I can not speak.

Let me hold on to the covers.
Grip them as you work your way to please me. Bring me to my edge.
Let me escape from this reality.

But if we shall connect while making love. I beg thee that you don't mistreat me or trigger me. Whether it's during or after. Leaving me feeling empty.
For I am not your toy. I am not meant to be put on a shelf. I am no longer want to be played with and used. Like some rape victims on the movies on the TV.
Treat me as a woman whose trying to love fully after being hurt over and over again.

When you flip me on my back. Please don't look at my scars on my back. Yes it is indeed smooth. But those scars tell an story back when I was lass.

Ignore the hairs on my body and please see me for who I am. I only shave when I have courage to not take the blade and cut so deep to watch me bleed. To leave this world and not to ever come back.

Fill me with your love. So depression and insecurities can leave me.
Once we are done making love.
Our sin lain on our bed.
Please take me in the shower.

Shove me against the walls.
Make me cum once again.
Do not stop until we both get our fill.

When you see me in the kitchen.
Claim me as yours.
Let me find the sex of your warm embrace.
Because for years I have felt
Cold and wanting more.
Self pleasure gets boring after a century.
It protects me yes.
But I want the real me to connect to a soul when making love.
Because it helps me escape from reality.

With each pump, each penetration. Please let me hear your moans. Don't leave me guessing if I am hurting thee or I'm not good enough.

I am loud as they come.
But please love me unconditionally and with a sincere love.
Especially when our love making is baking into a better future with thee.

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