You don’t deserve to derive pleasure on account of my body
Stop filling words with meanings that aren’t there
Just allow me to become disembodied
You want me here
for your pleasure
for your eyes
You pretend to lay with our hearts intertwined
while I wail and I cry
because now you’re afraid that without me
you’ll die
alone
nobody to make moan
nobody to take home
alone
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