i dont want to make love, i dont want to fuck like
a married couple, i want lust, longing, desire. i want it
tell me what you want to do to me, pull my hair, call
me a slut, i want the neighbours to complain, leave
scratch marks on my back, teeth marks on my
butt-cheek, grab me by my hips and pull me towards you.
make me beg for your tongue.
i want to be sore tomorrow, let me remember you when i
walk, allow me to lust over you when i lick coffee off the
cup, come to me in the dead of night