you enjoy peeling the scales
flesh ripped away from my eyes
till I am blindly transparent
and over dramatized
fearfully irrelevant
outdated and sized
molding impertinence
with your casual lies
I fall for indecisive wants
again, relentlessly
irreverent and blunt
a fiduciary agency
being held back
and held down, willingly
whatever I lack
will be given to me
given permission to cum
and then, demanded to leave
for a minimal sum
and pleasurable release
expelled and succumbed
for an acceptable fee
repeated till numb
without desire to flee
lulled into submission
until the damage is done
awaiting intermission
and the definition of fun
without asking forgiveness
or implied permission
until all power is gone
and we fall in submission
you spin and spiral the words
challenging competition
but the only thing that is heard
are the ones deemed explicit
an icarus to your flame
burning desire consumes me
vulnerability shamed
and the lessons are free
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Wow , Awesome poem, Kelli. Slam Dunk, Drop the mic kind of poem.
Why Kelli Boo Sheckler-Amsden! You drove this home woman ♀️ Crushed it!