I want you to wonder how you got here
ass in the air, elbows on the floor
degraded, wanting more
sickly sweat, desperation
small tear in your eye begs me
rythmic pounding of your body aganst me begs me
hand around your throat just on the edge of a choke
paint your face with my fleshy brush
what a good girl might get
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