Tell me you want me. It's blush where the straps meet the skin. Tell me you need me. It's flush where the good meets the sin.
Tell me you trust me. It's tighter where you wiggle and move. Tell me you love me. It's lighter where you struggle and lose. Tell me you hate me. Mascara trailed tears leave a stain. Tell me you fear me. My pleasure gift wrapped with pain.
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