I don't know where this came from. It just kinda hit me when I was driving home. Tell me if I should change the ratinng because I'm not sure.
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His artistically calloused hands caress my body,
Like I’m made of the finest marble.
He whispers sultry words of devotion into my ear,
Titillating my every nerve.
He stokes my passion,
Helping me find the beauty in life.
A heavenly symphony of love resounds as our lips meet,
And our souls entwine.
With a flutter of its wings in a far away land,
A whole life can change from a butterflies plan.
His long nails dig into my flesh and throw me on the ground,
Like my life is a waste.
He degrades me,
Spitting words of hate and disgust.
He tells me I’m worthless,
That he owns me and I don’t deserve beauty.
Fear makes my head ring as he forces his lips on mine,
Salty tears staining my cheeks.
But I will always love him.
Even if the butterfly changes its plan.
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