"Tell me! Is it mine?! You can't just say NO! It's not a question of Can I come over and make out with you! It's a question of DO I OWN THAT! Fcking tell me! " He shouts, just good for me to break my eardrum and breakdown to a sob. You see; pleasure, as transient as orgasm, As rad as a pussy, As intoxicating as the semen. And fault, is as transient as an under-controlled thrusts of a penis. While we, we're weak, we're buried; under the coffin of heat and touch and pleasure.