Choke
He grabs your throat
as if he wants to choke
the kisses out of you, and
takes your bird thin wrist
placing it over him,
there, right there,
saying words like
beautiful and
love and
forever.
It's that easy; you
spread those thighs, an
open invitation for him to do anything
to make him happy.
If I could tell you anything,
it would be:
Those kisses aren't promises.
Those whispers aren't lifelines,
or even for a lifetime.
You're just a drug that
will soon wear off,
that he will take
too much of, and
he'll always be
hungry for more.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
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