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Poetry & Art

Consequences of Personal Pleasure

I’m not scared to admit I’ve used men for my own personal pleasure. I realized exchanging energies was a thing when I woke up one morning and my emotions were changing like Connecticut’s weather.

I took time for myself but still longed for that feeling. After three months I folded and started sending out texts to different men who I knew who could get me squealing. In the back of my head I dreaded that emptiness I would experience after. As the time got closer I would cancel each one because I knew I could get myself off faster.

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