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I smell beer and freshly lit cigarettes.
Home
My mouth waters, throat dry
I spot my guy at the bar
Some sleaze is perched on the stool next to him.
I growl low and pained
I move closer
I want to hear his pick up line
“Cool scar…” his words thick honey
His hand reaches out to touch
To touch what’s mine.
I gave you that scar
It’s what you're thinking too
I can see it on your face
“Hey, Sunglasses!”
They both look up,
Relief in your eyes, fury in his.
“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you”
“Fuck off”
“Hey Daddy”
“Hey Pup”