Choke me
Run your hands
Along my spine
Bite me
Grab me by my hips
Thrust into me
Pull my hair
Slap my ass
Make me feel warm
Call me my favorite name
Make me get on my knees
Use me
Remind me of your authority
Remind me that this isn't and won't ever
Be love
It's satisfaction of our flesh
Sex me
It's the only thing of yours
That I can have to myself
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
