Itching a scratch.
Sliding down the hillside, speed unknown to man,
Clawing at the rock face, catch me if you can;
Making sudden movements, standing on the edge,
Listening to the heartbeat, swinging from the ledge;
I hear you come behind me, I turn to watch your face,
Your hunger it devours you, my fear is out of place;
Anticipation nearing, pleasure close behind,
I want you deep inside me, I want you in my mind;
Grabbing me towards you, clutching at my throat,
Strange and frenzied feelings, I see you taking note;
Grave and certain danger, climax whispering,
Damage my intention, make it really sting;
Bite my every movement, break my every bone,
Turn me into insanity, ecstasy, then stone;
Fly me into heaven, banish me to hell,
Cover me in discomfort, you know me so well;
Slide your hand beneath me, rip into my core,
Dance with my emotions, make me feel raw;
Cast aside my dignity, use me as you wish,
Now the fight is over, we’ve reached the finish.
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