At seventeen, your body was a verse,
My trembling hands learned every curve.
You spread your legs and broke my world,
A naked, trusting, beautiful girl.
I taste you still on my tongue,
The bitter acid of your lies.
My cock still hardens at the thought,
Of your moans beneath other skies.
You taught me pleasure’s cruelest art,
To watch, to ache, to fall apart.
My hand would stroke my raging need,
While you planted someone else’s seed.
Now in the dark, I beg to see,
Another man possesses what’s mine.
The gut-wrenching, beautiful pain,
That makes this broken cock feel fine.
I crave the sight of flesh on flesh,
The sounds of ecstasy you make.
My own release comes secondhand,
A twisted prize for my heartbreak.
So thank you for the gift you gave,
The kink that keeps me sane.
The cuckold’s shame, the voyeur’s thrill,
Born from your sweet, betraying game.
My insecurities, they bloom,
Like flowers in a poisoned room.
And every time I watch you fuck,
I’m seventeen again, and stuck.
