Don’t Love Me Like Sex

Don’t love me like sex.

I’m not a breast, not a nipple… 

that after you have licked and caress to your convenience,

you will leave me behind for something more heartpounding – vagina.

Don’t love me like sex.

I’m not a clitoris, not a vagina…

that after you have stimulated, stretched and pounded, you will leave me wanting for more.

And you’re there, exhausted.

You’re there sleeping while I am catching my breath, bleeding.

Don’t love me like sex.

I’m not happy when I bleed.

I’m not happy when I am left behind to want for more.

There’s no satisfaction in roughness.

There’s no love in pain.

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