Sexual assault Poems
Candy
by Author Reinvented
Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
prints
by Hannah Woerner
Footprints in the barren snow
A bitter red to haunt my dreams
A shadow of the deepest silk
A shadow of deception
Smooth words where there are rough edges
Rough hands where there should be gentle touch
Fingerprints purple on my hips
......
after hours
by aditya vats
Mine hands revel to fervid lecherous sighs,
softly brushing your bristle skin and vividly
stroking your flushing hair.
Yours clenching mine wrist, moaning to end
this apocalypse and your eyes dreading in
despair.
The after-hours turn mine human hands
vicious slave of the whole
......
sdjlwkje
by akjdoijo mnajajjdchsa
Continue readingJuly 27
by Habiba Soliman
I should be over it
Right?
It's been 353 days
Almost a year has passed
But why am I still scared?
Why do I still hate it when people come close
I still panic when I don't have to
Still feel his hand on my skin
Degrading me in every way
Still remember the words he said to me
......
after hours
by aditya vats
Mine hands revel to fervid lecherous sighs,
softly brushing your bristle skin and vividly
stroking your flushing hair.
Yours clenching mine wrist, moaning to end
this apocalypse and your eyes dreading in
despair.
The after-hours turn mine human hands
vicious slave of the whole
......
July 27
by Habiba Soliman
I should be over it
Right?
It's been 353 days
Almost a year has passed
But why am I still scared?
Why do I still hate it when people come close
I still panic when I don't have to
Still feel his hand on my skin
Degrading me in every way
Still remember the words he said to me
......
Candy
by Author Reinvented
Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
sdjlwkje
by akjdoijo mnajajjdchsa
Continue readingprints
by Hannah Woerner
Footprints in the barren snow
A bitter red to haunt my dreams
A shadow of the deepest silk
A shadow of deception
Smooth words where there are rough edges
Rough hands where there should be gentle touch
Fingerprints purple on my hips
......
