Living after trauma (Remove filter)
Where's the Sun?
Where’s The Sun?
I used to orgasm imagining i was running to-
The sun.
To reach climax for the relief was spiritual
Sex for me has remained-
Emotional.
Now it’s perverse and sexual.
So, I hide inside-
The dark of the night
And only come out when the moon says
You’re safe now.
He has my best interests in his heart filled with craters
Other women scarred with play...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:10 am
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