Category : Poems

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He wrote a song for me to hear claiming it was plucked from my lips
Raw and uncut with feelings he hadn't expressed yet
I was new to this but he made me feel experienced
So I danced to his strokes with sultry obedience 
It grew strength in my feet but weakness in my knees as I listened to the lyrics a little more closely 
Hummed to his beat I recognised he only wanted pieces of the real me
Dull to its enchanting amusement my feet abruptly turned to concentrate 
He weakened my knees so he could get inside me easily 
Knowing I loved to dance he created something to defile me
Rocking me to my grave I dug myself out before I fell too deep
I sung for his romance 
While he constructed a melody for my ovaries