If your words trace my heart like your hands grope my body things would be more than just okay.
I often think of a time before I gave you a taste of my untouched entre.
The short memories that could have been longer hadn't I given you a simple taste.
I strive for reassurance that I am more than a chase
I am only vaguely reassured when I beg for the answer I know I should not be getting.
Sometimes I try to remember if it was something I said that gave you this idea you had the given right to use me
I wonder if there is a man capable of holding my heart and not me down along with my time.
I wonder if the mind games he plays are not at all his, but my own games after all.
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Author:
Trinity Franklin (Pseudonym) (
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Serious points made here trin - -a poignant and touching read and thanks for sharing.
Thank you Fay, I appreciate that!
Beautifully written.
Thank you very much!!
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