My mentor gave me this assignment, to write to the people I’ve slept with..so this is the second poem.
I Loved You but you loved me too much.
I wanted to love you but when we made Love. I faked Love.
I came like.. those dressed for a interview folk.
On Time. With My Shoulders straight. And often put on knees.
I felt nothing but ease for every moment When we made Love.
I made sure you were pleased because I was suppose to at least
because that’s what they told me God made me for…
to be on them all…
but I disagreed
and not because of you,
You made me feel like a Queen.
You made me feel like my vagina was the only plate that you would need.
Like… I couldn’t touch myself without being on your mind because you would let me know.
We were nasty.
It was okay.
All 6 feet and 7 inches of you inside of me felt like the position was filled.
You were hired.
Like a job, and I was up to my back in.
Fucked me like I was 20 feet tall.
I the sky and you stalked me.
We were more friends than lovers at least to me.
I just wanted to kick it most of the time.
I wasn’t faithful to you. I still don’t know how I felt about that.
I enjoyed it down to my bones when she would talk to me.
She would just make me feel like nothing else in this world.
I couldn’t put my finger on it but when she let me touch her… she and I were silent after.
We were hooked, lined, and I loved her pussy too.
After a few months she left me because of you. Then..
Long story short I left you for Me.
This is closure.
– HRSH REYALITEE
Feel free to judge me. I am a grown Woman. (Lol.)