The touch of silk plastered over me.
Sent him in a daze amazed at how my body was wrapped, and secure.
The vision in his mind, twisted all he yarned was women.
He was infatuated at the fact that I was naked.
He hovered over me in those shallow nights.
He knew he had me tight, where no one's been taken
My lip that he pressed his rigid finger against bled
The continuous bits and scratches,
started to take a toll on my body and scared he made me.
He told me that no one wanted me.
Violating every bit of me
the usual screams and cries were common so he couldn't hear them.
He played with me and he used me
like a token tossing me until my thought were lost.
I felt deserted
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