maybe i was a narcissist, because all i could think about was myself and how i felt.
but when i was with stacey; i felt something.
something other than pain for once.
something about her;
her pussy at my service, my altar and my word.
meant a lot to me.
the way she promised me,
that if i left she would die.
it felt good when i pounded into her,
when she'd scream the name i told her i liked.
she let me cut her, and she'd cut me.
a power imbalance,
but still-
stacey was mines and i liked that.
