How many times did you grit your teeth and speak the words that they wanted to hear? How many times did you force the gentlest tone through your lips, slow your hand down to make it sweet and sticky as you touched her, listening to her pant and moan and whisper "yes..."
When what you wanted was to scream, to grunt, to slap? To force, to cut, to fuck dry?
What men said to me when they were making love to me: you are my love, my love. you taste so sweet, and is it here you like it? i want more, and i need you, i love you, i want you, and only you....
What I wanted them to say: you are nothing but my bitch.
you are naked, and i am naked, and we see things no one else has witnessed in each other. i've lost all shame except that which you want me to have.
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