You tied me to the bed.
You took what you wanted.
While you were tying me up with rope.
I was being tied around your heart strings.
Dirty love.
Demanding.
"Do this."
"Do that."
"Get on your knees."
You like to choke me.
You choke me everyday.
With your hands and your words.
I don't know which is worse.
We fuck.
We don't make love.
I remember when you used to hold me.
Now your gripping at my skin.
I became your dirty whore.
You became the noose around my neck.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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