Poetic rhyming of the piece of work “I feel those hands”
The author of the original piece of work is [Zoya330]
I felt those hands, I felt those eyes,
His hands laid firmly on my thighs.
I felt his dirty-dirty grind,
That made be drift in my own mind.
He was a stripling, I was eight.
His mind was dirty, so to state.
I was na;ve, before we met,
Lost no virginity as yet.
I hate his voice, I hate his face,
His ugly acts erode my faith.
He sees me with a lowered gaze,
Thus guilt and shame surround his days.
But I pretend all is unknown,
That I’m ok, my trauma’s gone.
Though hate his voice, and hate his face,
That left in me this drastic trace.
I only hope this ugly case
Will die away with wicked days.
But stays as a nightmarish sweat
Preventing me this to forget.
Ugly memory
© Copyright: Александр Нагний, 2026
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