Jumbled Up Thoughts

I was asking for it

 You should’ve seen the clothes I was wearing

On my body

I

Was practically begging to suck

Your dick

I 

Was practically begging to get 

You 

Off on a high

That I 

Will never experience

Because 

You 

Never want to think about mine

Maybe some other time

You

You saw M-E

Of course

You didn’t see me

How naive

You. Did. Not. See. Me.

She that's alive

With eyes that light from behind her mind 

And a face open with emotions that grind 

Onto her cheeks

A soul that has been mine for weeks at a time

Before shrivelling up to die

With each passing rhyme

And I do cry

Cos I

Am a woman

That's what we do best

Other than entertain your little guest

We make sandwiches in the kitchen

Put on lace panties for your sick fantasies

Try and quit our 'bitchin' 

Try to kerb your rising temper

Remember?

Of course not

You saw M-E

Missing an A-T

To resemble a slab of M-E-A-T because is that not what I am? 

Boobs, blowjob lips and private parts

That I was taught by my mother to keep till last

After dinner, a drink, a year...or two

And yet here you are

Teaching me what to do with my meat

Just because you couldn’t keep 

Yours 

In your pants

Long enough to last.