Sometimes
just a faint tickle,
sometimes
a firm squeeze.

I'm going to take it
from you,
and you're going
to take it.

It's fun to entertain
your silly notions
of worship and praise,
when in reality
you just want to be had.

I'll do your dance,
for a bit.
Though when I get a taste,
I turn ravenous.

Besides,
with your face
pressed
against the wall...
Well,
this is love
after all.