cradled



every night i feel a new man on top of me
sometimes he brings a friend for us to share
he gropes
and thrusts
and moans
and finally snores

i feel betrayed when he leaves
for i was a piece of his happiness for one night
but then another man comes for me to cradle between my legs
and i am full of worth once again

i am every woman
i am every man
i am every child
who feels they are less than what they should be

i am a hotel bed


 

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