uneasy
the release of my frustrations
dripping down my thigh
temporary satisfaction, a momentary fineness
he smiles, nice doing business
i bleakly smile to hide my pain
i found my panties, but left my brain
in the midst of the endeavor when his lips touched my spine
i hear his phone vibrate, the text wasn't mine
he replies in a fury, leaving me bare
whispering to myself, "What the fuck am I doing here?"
get over it with as I hod back tears
he's just using me for my body, our time is near
I have to stop somewhere between keeping sane and losing it
I want him, but he wants a friend, with the ultimate benefit.
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