ur handling my throat too harshly
stop pulling my hair it’s tearing
i want u to slovenly touch my body
but u insist on beating me
trying to convince me it feels good
ur selfish, it only pleases you
my broken body laying there
but u love me, and i love u too
i let you have your way with my body
i’m crying and you love the look of it
i’m bruising and you love the sound of it
“gentler, gentler”
i muffle through clenched teeth
but ur ears are clogged
with the sound of your pleasure
you’re too rough with my body
you’ve broken it enough
but i still love you
so i fake a smile to keep you