Love.
Do you like the way I move for you?
Bend over and break my back for you?
There is nothing left of me i'm sure
But you'll take it anyway
If you asked me
I would
Tie me to a bed and burn
If you could
You ignore and torture me
Slowly slicing flesh
So to speak
Biting tearing at my heart
I would scream at you to stop
But you know I love it too.
