“You made me feel like a whore without even touching me
Unclean thoughts and fantasies of me is all you seem to feel and see
Pulled so deep in, even when I could see the truth I ignored it
Submitting to being your sexual entity to keep the peace between us
Keeping you physically satisfied from a far
Breaking my promises to myself and God for you
Yet, at night you sleep sound knowing you can manipulate me to no end
Maybe you even smile, or sneak a little smirk of pride
You think you’ve won
But guess what Satan
The game has only just begun.”
- Naami Jane ©










