"You are mine", my ego boosted. "No, I'm not", silence gestured. "Your silence can't be interpreted, ever against my hunger", my silence countered. The silence in reply again mocked, plundering my self-esteem. A thought is a person's possession, a selfish asset. Some days, they are in unflinching love with you. Some other days, "you show me some respect", you seem to yell at a mute, heightened emotionally amplified voice—unheard. And to prove a point sometimes, though the words seems rigid, existing like a dead block of wood, senseless to all your fondling; even while you run your fingers, seducing it all around; it remains pale and unmoistened. Later at an agitated state of mind, I smear between her legs, my chauvinist spit, and then I fuck HeR, force muttering, "you are mine, mine alone" ! A faint strangled voice seems to cry in silence — R.a.p.e. An excerpt from the regular struggle between me and my thoughts. A one sided jingoistic dominance. #yqbaba #yourquote #peppeboy #dominant #cocktailthought #moansandmoons #erotica #rapeofthoughts
