All that talking and game spitting.
That fake finessing.
The loads of messages.
Game prepping.
Now I’m laying here lifeless
You’re supposed to play with the clit as if you’re a master dj letting your fingers and tongue move smoothly, with rhythm and a melody
but this is abrasive, being treated like a damn lottery ticket just trying to scratch the numbers away
Slurping me up like a meal, as if he’s actually putting work in
I don’t recall it being this uncomfortable; it wasn’t supposed to hurt me..
Oh, my dear punani I’m extremely sorry for the mistreatment you’re receiving. You deserve better.
Here I am writing this apology letter.
I’m sorry for wasting so much time removing every inch of your clothes
Just for you to get tasted foolishly by a boy with no comprehension of the female anatomy
Oh, my sweet pink fortress with your rich nectar,
I’m sorry that he didn’t extract every rose petal off gently
He didn’t kiss your lips passionately
He didn’t allow your river to run freely
He didn’t dip into your horizon
Oh, my dear pound cake, I’m so sorry
He missed the most important step in the recipe
To make it all heavenly
With all the ingredients in front of him, he’s still couldn’t bake the cake
Does he even count as a body..What a huge mistake
Oh, my dear slice of heaven
I apologize a million times
Maybe one day we’ll find someone deserving.
Sincerely, Your very sorry owner.
