True pleasure never reaches me, when I feel such deep resent

Curiosity has rapidly overtaken me, to such a substantial extent

That I keep all my senses thoroughly focused on my threat

And wait for the pleasure I desire to assuredly be felt

For when I shifted my focus and saw her walking so elegantly,

She dressed so finely and had abounding heads turning

She was the pleasure to everyone’s eyes

And then the thoughts on my mind started to arise

“Do people think she is better than I”

Was I still as beautiful as they thought I was,

Before she came and took them by surprise

When I took a seat and grasped my hand down my shivering thigh

And bit my lip as the tears rolled down from my naked eyes

The immense drop of self esteem occurred as i intensely whaled out my cries

I contemplated whether or not I was still appealing to others, as my tears started to dry

True pleasure never reaches me, because I feel such deep resent

Curiosity has rapidly overtaken me, to such a substantial extent

That I keep all my senses thoroughly focused on my threat

And wait for the pleasure I desire to assuredly be felt