January 25, 2018
By Anonymous

my heart, it aches for you
your soft kisses feel sharp against my neck like daggers

ice cold hands wander my body
teasing, torturing
leaving me breathless

my heart, it skips 10 beats as I think of you
because you kill for sport
take what you want from wh**es

you pull my hair as if it's the trigger
remind me that you're bigger
take back your power and dominate me

leave me to think
about how much you can make me bleed
yet I'll forgive you time and time again

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