All I want to do is fuck you.
Slither around your skin
Engulf your bulging silence.
I trickle the way water runs tasting bitter building blocks of life.
Twisting and begging against a man made of solid stone
Determined, shut down, to keep me wanting.
Anything.
I promise- I want it.
Ill hand you all the rope you need to hang me from--the shame of being trussed up is part of the game and I revel in it.
Say the word, and its yours
Or don't
The fires are stoked either way.
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