'her Last Time'
Fuelling a need
that lay dormant
her intro into the world of sex
was rough and
unsophisticated
her first time fairy tale
turned into a nightmare
it was nothing
compared to the books she's read
that stranger scarred her
made her look for sex instead of love
blinded by a supposed search of her fairytale
all the men she attracted
somehow fell short
after their first encounter
without them being aware
they were weighed
and found wanting
deep down, she could not understand
that the contentment she chased
were somehow getting lost in between the sheets
every time she felt a little worse
and yet she continued
in that cycle
because it’s the only thing she knew
even though
that was never part of her destiny
*inspired by a close friend’s suggestion.
Not a personal write but someone out there might be fighting this demon*
14092012
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012
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