I keep recalling all the tiny details, I'm crazy like that.
The feel of your hands around my neck,
of my knees on the floor,
that moment when thoughts died.
You want to be nice to me.
Don't.
Lay on the top of me and crush me until unconsciousness.
You looked like Jesus in your undies.
It was glorious.
All my sins washed away
in a pure bliss of subservience.
I would love to be love, to be kissed,
but I don't deserve love
if only shudder with roughness.
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