whipped

Poem Info
101 words
3.5
4.1k
00
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
4degrees
4degrees
40 Followers

a sharp stinging
mid-cerebral, no more
conjures shut out '...one times'...

its all coming back,
a fast flood of ignorance
and trust
lost
but always returning,
sooner or later

all it takes now
is a hint of chanel
or some soft floral smell
those internal gears
grinding me up like
hamburger
those long nails
leaving day-long scars
across my back

its not pain that
brings me to my knees
completely crystal clear to me
but too late

if i keep insisting that
i am gay,
maybe it will go away
and i'll not forget that
stinging whip too soon
again.

4degrees
4degrees
40 Followers
Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous