Hands To YourselfA Poem by Soph
Look at them
staring again at your hair, your thighs. All I can do is roll my eyes. Bathed in desire disguised as compliments. Want to light you in fire or this never ends. He touched my knee, pretended it was fine, like asking for consent is a crime. Maybe they should learn to show some concern about their actions instead of acting on attaction. © 2025 SophReviews
|
Stats
78 Views
2 Reviews Added on October 16, 2025 Last Updated on October 17, 2025 |

Flag Writing