Mistress Poem by Jenny Molloy

Your fingers wrap around me, pushing me into to table.
Pulling me onto your little games.
Leading me into my room, I cant breath, my heart is saying no.
Lying down I say no but noting stops.
I am screaming at you no, stop, but you don’t here a sound.
I want it to happen. You stroke my face and feel my heir.
I feel your breath against my skin.
I am falling into the hole, the hole that all the girls fall into.
But tonight you have made me feel like the luckiest girl alive.
Now falling asleep I think of you, I pray for forgiveness.
I miss your touch, your kiss and your smell.