Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Rhyme 15

Bite my lip and scratch my back
I lose myself in your attack
Grasp my wrists and pin them down
I promise I won't make a sound
Lick my neck, whisper something sweet
There is no need to be discreet
I know just what you've come here for
Play by play, we won't keep score
Nibble there and choke me now
Oh, that's so good, don't stop, wow
Violently tangled in a swirling cyclone
Moments together or moments alone
I am always left, for I am never right
But there is unparalleled duality tonight
Strike me down and if I stand
Perhaps we'll walk away, hand in hand

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