Once I was young and I washed out my mouth
and I brushed my teeth twice and I cried and I cried
and I had a hot shower.
Once it had snowed and my feelings were high
and I looked at you sleep while I struggled to breathe
I was giddy and drunk on first love.
You had sighed and the pleasure was mine.
Once I felt tainted, my body you’d painted
and left me to dry as I searched for my clothes that you’d torn to the floor
and left through the door of that bathroom of yours.
Once I felt free like a manic sex dream, the control was all mine,
in your eyes I saw signs of what pleasure I gave,
then I left- unashamed.