He Knows What it Feels Like
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by Pause Reflect Move Forward
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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 poetry, erotic, reflective, and raw, always rooted in intention, authority, and truth. Freelance writer and entrepreneur. Find her at @PauseReflectMoveForward.
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