Touch My Vagina
I would’ve sold my soul to the devil for you
instead I expended my energy
being a receptacle for your indirect messages
whenever you felt like sending them
(normally far too early in the morning
when I was your horny drunken afterthought)
Went from zero to I want you to choke on my dick
real quick
and god knows I’m a filthy bitch but
those kinks I obliged you in
have got me a one-way ticket on the
express train to hell
Anyway by the time I realised
you’d got more red flags than the Soviet Union
it was too late
and I’d stay up til unholy hours sexting you
in a manic depravity of lust
dropping hint after hint tryna get into your bedroom
with you ghosting me til my
desperate last ditch effort
when you said you’d pick me up and I
snuck outta my parents’ house at three in the morning
with my sexy lace panties which ride right up my buttcheeks
your fingers finally gripping my thigh so tightly
my pussy melting like the ice caps
touching you
touching you
touching you
and you
touching your own damn self
not saying that’s a bad thing but problem being
that you wouldn’t touch me too
bitch if this was a masturbation session
I would’ve stayed the fuck at home and got some sleep
what’s a woman gotta do
to get some god damn pleasure
do I gotta scream TOUCH MY VAGINA
like it’s not obviously what I’m here for
and I was so ready to get dicked down by you
but if you’re not willing to put in the groundwork
what’s the point
and when you said I was begging for it
like you’re a god among men
it was a gross misperception
and though my fantasy of you
makes my pussy quiver like it’s a glitch in the matrix
your selfishness ruins the truth.
