by Pause Reflect Move Forward Copyright ©2026 There he was Sitting at my table He was hungry And ready to eat Every wet glistening inch of my juicy sweet meat His hands on either one of my knees While he bowed before me Willing and ready to please I looked at him Confused And thought to myself I’m so tired of being used He abused His privilege To taste my honey Now? He knows what it feels like About the author: Pause Reflect Move Forward writes across multiple forms of p