Parties with Cake

Dirty Girl

I like the guilty feelings that comes with sex,
the ones you planted in my pubescent head,
the kind that after an orgasm high
makes me want to puke up all of my insides.
The guilt comes from you playing with my body,
using little girls as toys,
using me as a dolly.
The guilt comes from a voice inside my head crying
when you kept on lying
about rape.
The guilt is me.
Defending myself against you,
but what I don't know is that
when it's just me in my room
trying to cum,
there's nothing to be hiding, running from.
But I,
Still feel You,
and the Guilt that came with each kiss.