Dear Jury
She is convicted of: trusting too much, intriguing his touch, and forgiving his clutch.
He is the victim of her being “too easy”.
She is sentenced to forever being so sleazy.
His Testimony
“She spoke to me with tease, pleas, and reason. The language invited me to join her in conversation with thrilling sensation. Her attire shortened my curiosity entirely and tanked my need to ask. It skirted my sanity and sashayed into my deepest dreams until she had my complete attention at last. My hands were intrigued and as they positioned themselves waiting for an answer, she became split open and witnessed me enter the center of her peace.-
I was told to feast.
So, I did.”
Her Plea
“I marinated my speech in light dressing and displayed myself as a sultry piece of meat. I invited him to take a seat. Maybe I should not have given things time to simmer because it slowly allowed him to come to a boil as I was scolded with third degree burns. I should have smothered myself in insecurity and purity. Maybe then, he would’ve left me alone…”
He held her dear and nurtured fear.
Thought he made it clear:
Caressed her cares.
Ignored the stares.
Even erased the boundaries that respect shares.
Nothing else ever mattered to him,
Just those conversations that always seemed so grim.
He learned her every nerve in attempt to perfect the art of attaching strings to support her e-motion.
Now-a-days, all she can do is give a fuck and count those black and blue livid rings-
Their only symbol of devotion.
She is convicted of: trusting too much, intriguing his touch, and forgiving his clutch.
He is the victim of her being “too easy”.
She is sentenced to forever being so sleazy.
His Testimony
“She spoke to me with tease, pleas, and reason. The language invited me to join her in conversation with thrilling sensation. Her attire shortened my curiosity entirely and tanked my need to ask. It skirted my sanity and sashayed into my deepest dreams until she had my complete attention at last. My hands were intrigued and as they positioned themselves waiting for an answer, she became split open and witnessed me enter the center of her peace.-
I was told to feast.
So, I did.”
Her Plea
“I marinated my speech in light dressing and displayed myself as a sultry piece of meat. I invited him to take a seat. Maybe I should not have given things time to simmer because it slowly allowed him to come to a boil as I was scolded with third degree burns. I should have smothered myself in insecurity and purity. Maybe then, he would’ve left me alone…”
He held her dear and nurtured fear.
Thought he made it clear:
Caressed her cares.
Ignored the stares.
Even erased the boundaries that respect shares.
Nothing else ever mattered to him,
Just those conversations that always seemed so grim.
He learned her every nerve in attempt to perfect the art of attaching strings to support her e-motion.
Now-a-days, all she can do is give a fuck and count those black and blue livid rings-
Their only symbol of devotion.