Oh to feel the sweet lips of a man on my body
It’s been so long, it’s been so long
But why would anybody want me
I’ve been used and abused and I’ve been broken many times more
Why would he see me?
My scars are so visible, some are still sore
I long for a mans hands to grab me with lust
A mans tongue to bring me to heaven
A man to take control, and do what he must
But the feelings go so much deeper than this
It’s not just about sex
It’s also about a gentle kiss.
But fuck it, I’ll just do it myself.
~ Becca ~