Sucking seeds from the dicks that flood her open wound
She succeeds in revisiting moments of her youth
Where pain manifested her virginity
And years later she seeks the men
Who dont have a problem with imprinting her neck
With fingers far bigger than hers...
She rocks black swollen eyes like a fashion statement
With matching bruises on her arms and thighs..
You see..
She doesnt know of any other way
So she begs for the sharp end of knives
To be pressed against her collar bone
And the hollow tips of guns
She chooses to push onto her womb...
Releasing the same adrenaline
That brought tears to her eyes years ago...
Oblivious to the single man who could see past
The damaged structure...
Not knowing that she's turning he who wishes to change her perspective on fucking
Into the purpose for loving...
But he too inlove to see the glaze that has hardened her heart
Believes that she's just a freak under the sheets
And refuses to accept that she
Is too traumatized to accept that what happened back when...
Was rape
So she continues to ask of him things that he never imagined
Would moisten the area between her thighs...
Like how she begs for him to stuff her mouth with his briefs
And call her names that soiled her soul...
A pre-teen trapped in the image of a woman
Now clearly shows that she doesnt know the gentle touch of a man
And this man who chooses to please her
Begins to understand that to keep her
He must adapt to her freaky tendencies
So instead of buying roses and making love to a woman
He buys lubricants to fuck a girl in every which way for the hours that she needs
To feel content...
Slashing her thighs with razers as he bites down on her pearl
And she so use to the restraints
That her wrists have naturally become pink tender...
But the pain she feels stimulates her soul
Allowing her to revisit a past,
That never welcomed a future...