I Want Love Not Sex.
You didn’t even care because you came.
My body had changed. I’d had your children you see.
Everything has moved, my wants and needs have shifted.
We so rarely get to ‘do it’ that I don’t even know what I like.
It’s not your fault, it’s not mine either but I am alone in trying to adjust to this new body.
Tiny hands still paw at me.
Soft and round have replaced hip bones you once gripped.
My tits full of milk do not want to be bitten.
My arse does not want you to try to fuck it.
Please, I ask, go slow you’re hurting me.
I want you to make love to me.
To worship the body that brought your children in to this world, not treat me like your hand.
The difference, is I am a woman now in all that that encompasses.
I’m not some next girl, some one night stand,
That’s going to purr to please you.
What you’re doing to me, the way you’re touching me, the lack of thought and care…
It’s hurting me, I’m not talking physically,
What I’m experiencing is not pleasure.
My heart is hurting as you ignore my requests for a gentle touch, that the pressure and pace feel too much.
You don’t care, your end is in sight.
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