I am NOT Your Toy

I am NOT your Toy. My body is NOT ball jointed plastic limbs bendable for your covetous cock play Don’t you dare treat my ass cheeks as a water wiggly gift shop souvenir or stress ball my clothes as sweatshop processed $9.99 FASHION TREND-PJ PARTY industrial duplicated sets that can be hastily peeled open desultory stretched the mismatched velcroed desecrated while you eagerly exploit your fairy tale wet dreams on my raw gullible unconsciousness and closed eyes. There is no corporate BARBIE™ branded tramp stamp for your shriveled juvenile hands to trace. You had no right to search for it. Don’t you dare cuddle into my body as your bedtime teddy bear arms chaining me in a smothering fondle fingertips grazing my “smooth” skin comforting your nightmares, your stress while I idle there wretchedly possessed And when you got bored? You left me vacant wedged between toy box walls and your bed. You may think you are clever, creative treating our friendship as ken and barbie make-believe puppeteering my emotions with your tongue’s tangled strings But I will not play house. You wanted to play this monopoly You scammed your way around my risk borders forcefully landed on MY property when it was not your turn. No more trading, cutting deals. I might not send you to jail, but you still do not pass go. do not collect $200. You will pay the tax of rolling the dice and landing wrong. Grow up. I am not your toy.