SarahLydia Kiehlmeier · Apr 11, 2012
Like it rough

The way he stares me in the eye
Bites my lip and laughs with a bright blue glimmer
Pulls my hair so hard my head cracks back
We're spinning together in this heat

The way he commands me
The way I laugh in his face
And tease his fantasies

I'm a biter that's right
Not afraid to show it

He's got a tongue
Not afraid to use it

Teasing me
Fast, Slow
Slow, Fast
We talk like best friends
Yet we're strangers

I'm the seductress
He thinks he's the seducer
I'm in charge
Our share is large

Like it rough
Soft wet kisses
With a bite here and there
Yes all is fair
Falling in love with war

He tugs this rope
I tug back strong
Creating A knot that will make those hands sore
Make him shut that mouth and burn his core

 
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