Caress me with your strong hands
Tell me to keep my mouth shut
Grab my neck so I can't speak
Cold fingers going into my pants
The harder I push, the more rough you are
No matter the strength I use
Compared to you, I am weak
You get what you wanted, you leave
I lay on this cold floor
I don't even want to breathe
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
Caress me with your strong hands
Tell me to keep my mouth shut
Grab my neck so I can't speak
Cold fingers going into my pants
The harder I push, the more rough you are
No matter the strength I use
Compared to you, I am weak
You get what you wanted, you leave
I lay on this cold floor
I don't even want to breathe
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