Control.

by Neme juste un jouet   Jul 9, 2009


Cover my eyes
I don't want to see
The all too-white legs of mine
That you find sexy
I don't want to look at you
While we kiss
And see that you are watching
Me make a fool
Of myself

Tie my hands
I don't want them to fumble
All over your skin
Trying to grab hold
While I let go
I don't want to scar you
With my nails
I can't leave proof that I was here
Not this time

Stop my heart
So it doesn't feel
For you
Like it will
I don't want to get hurt
And surely that's what
We're going for

Choke my breath
So I can't tell you
What's on my mind
Foolish things that mean nothing
To someone who grew up
Some time ago
Don't let this child
Taint your freedom
With her lies and her negative air

Control me;
So I stop hurting myself

1


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By Neme juste un jouet