Bondage Games

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Bondage Games 
what is this, us factor?
i don’t call men
the morning after
them pills got em’ ill

so, i don’t believe
their laughter…
i been with, men like this before
i smell impending disaster

mistrust,
stemming from a father walking out
of his baby girl life
who’s gonna protect her at night?

leaving her to cope
without the hope
of being raised by a man 
in a man’s world

nevertheless, my man lies next to me
i am delighted by the way he smiles at me
he takes me in
when he breathes
i want him to go
but I pray he never leaves

but still…
i trust none but me
the moment, comes for us all
whether you avoid the sun
or answer the call

nevertheless, i wanna go through… his things
search his cell 
and look over, every time it rings
sniff his dick, to make sure it smell like me

jingle his balls like keys
to make sure they’re not empty
who you been giving the juice too
if not me?
it’s a thin line/ between 
abuse & jealousy 

there’s always a backstory,
to how, a good girl turn crazy
but i’d rather, be single
so the faithful shit, don’t phase me

i use to deal with men, 
for the hell of it
so my memory kinda flaky
when it comes to loving me 

i’ve gotta lazy
how do i transform, 
from the Hottentot Venus persona? 
to a bondage free lady

© 2020 by Esha Montgomery

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