Disgusted

I don't know what this writing style is.. I just labeled it poetry but I'm not entirely sure.

It's not standing at a window, my socks stretched thigh high reaching for the navy blue peek-a-boo covering my intimacy. 

It's not my breasts pushed up and together as I lay across the counter top with my n*****s trying to protrude through the electrical tape determined to hide them from prying eyes.

It's not my tongue twirling around a man's finger through my teasing lips. 

It's not their moans as they reach the top.

It's not the unwanted hands feeling to goosebumps arise on my skin as their fingertips not so lightly trace my curves.

It's being invisible. My soul nothing more than the reason there is a dankness between my hips or a hot breath escaping my nose. 

It's my inability to climax- orgasm or reach enlightenment.

It's the shock value that drives the user that just wants to be seen.

It's me. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words and thoughts. Had feel of secret thoughts whispered aloud and alone. I liked the internal thoughts and the honest tone of the words. Thank you Veronika for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Wanting to be recognized for who you are as a person with feelings and not just a play thing is at the heart of every woman I believe. Love should play the ultimate part in why you want to be intimate with someone. As a person with feelings, you have that right.