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.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
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.
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