Cheating with me

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pacifist91w
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It's midnight.  We're sweating in the small bed,
   breathing hard in the stuffy hotel room.
I'm lying beneath you with my legs spread
   your rubber cock nearly reaching my womb.
You've mercilessly pierced me and I've bled:
   lulled by your touch, entranced by your perfume.
         I don't want to be played with.  What I've seen
      tells me I won't like this affair's ending.
            This can't be true love.  Love would not demean
      me or your girlfriend.  Though I'm intending
            to expose your nature--selfish, obscene--
      deliver you to judgment unbending....
    Eagerly, I gave my virginity.
    My pleasure, my hymen's blood, fetters me.

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todski28todski28almost 10 years ago
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I am not a real poet wouldn't know a sonnet if it bit me. the start of this has intrigue first three lines really drew me in as a reader, then the very next line kinda snuffs it out, I should be all excited about lesbian strap on action but for some reason it seems to shift from a great opening line of showing to telling, as if you switch from poetry to prose, the rest of it from there seems to be an interior monologue but it isn't clear what is being thought. this has potential if you can switch up the focus from telling to showing. never an easy task.

thanksfor the read, wish they had a 3.5 option :)

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