I feel the comfortable writhing
deep in my ***** again
I'm not sorry
This is your fault
You touched me first
Somewhere in the back of my mind
You're feeling me out
Little Miss,
Telepathic
Trespassers
will be prosecuted.
...I'll put my hands
around your neck
so softly
And choke out
the words caught
in your throat
To the tip of my tongue
all the right things flow
To the flesh of your lips
and all in between
resonating your body
with stories
stranger
than
fiction
little deaths end
where they begin
can
you
feel
friction
feeling
you
up?
Just how you like
To be
shaken
and
stirred
tossed
and
over-turned
This is me unleashing
some twisted fantasy
to my little therapist
enabling me
To self-medicate with star-stuff
To "Show me what you're made of"
To "Baby, bend over and take it."
Show me the fourth wall
Let's break it.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
I feel the comfortable writhing
deep in my ***** again
I'm not sorry
This is your fault
You touched me first
Somewhere in the back of my mind
You're feeling me out
Little Miss,
Telepathic
Trespassers
will be prosecuted.
...I'll put my hands
around your neck
so softly
And choke out
the words caught
in your throat
To the tip of my tongue
all the right things flow
To the flesh of your lips
and all in between
resonating your body
with stories
stranger
than
fiction
little deaths end
where they begin
can
you
feel
friction
feeling
you
up?
Just how you like
To be
shaken
and
stirred
tossed
and
over-turned
This is me unleashing
some twisted fantasy
to my little therapist
enabling me
To self-medicate with star-stuff
To "Show me what you're made of"
To "Baby, bend over and take it."
Show me the fourth wall
Let's break it.
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