You disgust me,
Using me as a tool
For your dominating fantasies;
I’m not to be devoured
By your salacious eyes
And slathering lips.
I’m no innocent creature
Small and submissive,
To use as you please
And discard like debris.
I’m not a delicacy,
A sweetly candied flower;
Take a bite of me,
And you would taste
I’m sour -
My skin like a rind
Tough from abuse
Years of misuse,
Treat me with respect
Or don’t waste my time.