| The night air enters through the propped window Past the din of the street below to arrive Without pause it begins to touch you And I watch No, I did not wish to play this game of chance Nor did I want to buy the vendors wares They continue incessantly below me "Buy this. Buy that. No better odds." Before me, you writhe and I watch Earlier, I took you With you I had my way Call out my name again I am a fool to indulge this Open your arms and thighs for me No, I am not there I am here and I watch You threaten me, exquisite one You can only be raped Lest I learn to be tender again |
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