(this says story starter but i’m just gonna write it as a poem.)
TW R4P3, S3XU4L 4SS4ULT, SU1C1D3
“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.”
those words are going to be forever branded into my skin.
so will your lustful touch that i so clearly said no to.
is it impossible to listen?
is it possible to resist the urge to do anything?
my pen sits in the same spot
an ink spot accumulate...