There she is
Fulfilled yet so empty
Complete yet so alone...
Rough hands grasp at sweaty extra flesh,
Slip.
Stubble scrapes soft skin,
Raw.
Muscles tight and clenching.
Hearts race
Lungs gasp
Passion high.
Frenzied thrusts hit deep,
Sharp, burning pain...
Fingers leave bruises,
As dirty deeds come to an end.
Moan
Groan
Sigh
Relief
Tears stream down delicate, flushed cheeks
No kisses for comfort.
She's been used again...
Walking away
He feels no guilt -
For to Him
And everyone else
she is
And always will be
Just old whatshername...
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