Consent?

Sex

Sex

Sex

I️ know what it is to me

It is my past

The past you desperately want me to be

The past you spit in my face every time you are given the opportunity

But what you want is a little different

You don't want the whore from before

You're little more greedy

You want the whore that is desperate and needy

But not for the exhilarating feel of my body trembling underneath you as I️ cum

You want the whore that is melancholy and numb

The whore who will lie on her back obeying all your commands

Like a dog who's collar is embedded in its skin from how hard you pulled on its leash

And yet you have the audacity to preach

"Whore"

As if that word defines me

As if my only obligation on this planet is to spread my legs for all the world to see

But let me ask you this

How does fucking the whore make you better than me?

Is it because my body is the body that accepts the seed?

Whether or not my head and heart are willing

My body accedes that part of you

Because biology has programmed it to accept it as need

But please know that

I'm not as naïve

Not nearly so

As you make me out to be

I'm well aware that you don't give a damn about me

Not a single care about consent or the things that I️ need

Your cravings are lustful shades of red and green greed

And in your mind you believe it justifies all you have taken from me

No

No

No

Did you not hear me as I️ screamed?

Did you not feel me weeping under those blood stained silk sheets?

It was a magical moment for you I️ am sure

But to this day my fragile heart remains sore

And as I️ wallowed in my self pity and shame

You took more

More

More

Until there was nothing left to take