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Dominique Thompson Poem
I wont hurt you baby,now turn the
lights low,he whispers in her ear
and his hand moves cautiously slow,
down to her thighs,kissing every
inch of her neck,lust on his
mind,turning what was to be a good
girl into a wreck,temptation is a
mess cause wat seamed to be a his
threat, is now a thought in her mind
tellin hem baby no not yet,but shes
wet and hes ready to mop away her
innocence,to her its intimate,but in
his mind its just simple sex, instead
of saying this he just continues
working hickeys on her, without a
responsible concept he leaves his
contraceptive,oh dear,now here
comes the strange throwing up and
feeling different pains turns her
attention to this helpless shell of
man,cursing his name in the mirror
alone pointing the blame,cause he
left just as quick as he came,bruised
up without marks, his remarks
leaves a scar thinking nothing of her
todays tryna make it till tomar,see
he has a boo she pregnant too so
what is this little boy to do with one
almost here the other in 7 months
due,the only thing he knows
how,run and hide,pray to GOD for
wings to fly, only to get tired an rest
where he left at,his hearts not
where his chests at more like where
he last slept at,the first wasnt his
but his is being raised by a step
dad,thats so sad it took two but now
its 3 in this equation,rather be with
your new girl then with your baby
elating, lifes crazy aint it...
Copyright © Dominique Thompson | Year Posted 2013
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