"Don't worry. We're not fucking right now."You said it as if I couldn't feel you thrusting."It's ok, I'm almost done," you whispered. Why does, "it's okay"always come before the burn?Like your body is their homeand they lit it all on firejust for the fun of it.Like they are trying to convince youthat the pain isn't real.That what you are feeling will not besinged into every fibre of your being.