Sometimes it’s so hard… just to look at you
Sometimes, it’s too hard, to remember

For all the happy thoughts, had vanished
The price to pay, to make you happy

To see you from apart
With my best friend
After all the sacrifices I’ve done
After all the things, no one would do for you.

It’s funny to see such a pathetic remnant like him
To crawl his dirty fingers all over you
Manipulating you as an object
Using you, for the sake of a pleasure

Such a silk touch you have, milady
Why is that you please your new sun
A material love, an abuse all over
You moan with pleasure, as he starts taking you in his grasp
He keeps on ‘caressing’ your soft body, with his deformed fingertips
For all you cared, was a little fuck

You strip, in front of him, as he stares at you in awe
Stupid being, he was amazed by your perfect body
For he didn’t see your play
Your charm keeps on affecting him
For your eyes hide such hatred towards everyone
You never understood love, for you have never gotten any

*Whispers* But I was here...

Both bodies, alas nude, together in the bed
As kisses land upon your body, I feel a rage
Touching your neck, moving onto your breasts
All of a new experience for him, as she guides him somehow
Moving onto new horizons, with his hands
Exploring her whole body
She keeps on moaning, she keeps the play on going
For she fakes it, for she doesn’t need him

For the time flowed, she knocked him to the bed
Making him hard, making him completely…
She expects more, but nothing is given
She rides him, he tries to
He’s about to let his mark, inside of her
The liquid of birth…
As he bends his head back,
She quickly bends over him, and bites his neck
Too hard it seemed, for he gasped
Blood flowing down his neck
As she kept on riding him, slower and slower

It was over

I stood there, not able to do anything
Watching the being you have become
It has been my mistake

Though I never had the time, to love you…

                                     As you needed it.

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