I ******* and you **** me over.
There is nothing that I wouldn’t give,
Just to have you in my arms again.
Not *******, just laying, content.
To feel your breath on my neck as you fall
Asleep, in love, take your pick
Like you take my fingers, oh so willingly.
Instead of gentle caresses, it’s all hard.
Biting, scratching, squeezing,
All hard, like it will be the last time we touch.
You don’t want my love and I don’t want this frigid air between us.