I’ll drag you down and hold you under
Sacred, silent, scared
While being careful to devour
Not just consume…
Because sometimes boys need a bit of
(Harsh punishment laden)
Guidance
And I’m the mischievous sort of woman
Who craves a little control
(A moment like this to make you think
Then suffer)
My tongue on your lips and hands in your hair
I’ll pay you back for all the things that men have done to me…
Choke on those tears and taste my desire
You dirty sort of whore…
And when you are finished
I’ll play mother to you…
Because
This little girl has always had an affliction
Obsession, affection, eternal need
For boys with pink lips and pretty faces
Who can adorn her shelf and pose with
Those broken dreams and porcelain dolls…
[ They broke me…
So now
I’ll break you… ] |
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