She scratches my skin, leaving marks,
Like some wild cat got over me,
Her ring slips off,
the one that her ex gave her,
She loses herself in me trying to erase the memories,
Lust is surely a cure for bad moments given by love,
but she is not doing this for pleasure,
She's doing it for the pain,
it doesn't matter what others judgement on her is,
No one was there when she was heart broken
So why they judge when she trying to do what
she wants, she stays numb after a while,
She whispers into my ear,
"Do Not Stop!" I said nothing and
soaked the pain in my arms,
Never really lost my virginity,
I am just a masochist satisfying
Others with my innate skills to perform
Quiver movements with the flicker of fingers,
and is enough for the pain and pleasure to
suave through the soul,
to be free for once, just once.
