Your eyes are like magnets, pulling me in, your polar opposite. You make me crave what I shouldn't, sweat in between the sheets, claws down our backs. Make me feel you on top of me, next to me, inside of me. Breath hard against my neck, pull my hair until my skull aches. I want it, I want it, I swear that I want it. Be rough, be gentle, take me as you may. I'll be your salve, your little girl; I will obey. Promise to love me, and I'll stay on my kness forever.