- Erotic Poetry
- I'm Not Her
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Don't tell me when you're going.
Don't tell me when you're leaving.
I don't want to know.
I'm not your confessor.
I'm not your conscience.
I'm not her.
I'm the woman who aches for you...
... aches for your touch
... the sting of your belt
The woman who bends for you...
... who kneels before you
... who offers her all to you
The woman who wants your marks
... your bruises
... your welts
The woman who suffers the ache to submit to you.
She's not me.
She'll never be me.
