Beat me down.
After all, I’m just a fictional character in this
Alternate reality you created.

Trip me up.
Then again, the second beating is always worse than the first.
Is this pain real or just part of the imagination you crafted?

Call me out.
I listen to your words as they beat against my ear drum and penetrate my mind.
Wait, am I the real one and you the fantasy?

Drink me in.
Tenderness before passion, now that’s chivalry.
I’m caught in your throat, like a pulp.