Well I thought I meant something, obviously not, I mean it's me right? I mean nothing more than that. I hope you burn.

The way you growl my name into my shoulder
Like a primal cadence
Slithering down my spine
and resting on the back of my thighs
Powering them on
In circular motions
Pleasing your satire
Pleasing to whom I belong
You start to whisper
"I love..."
My chest rises, breath holds, body shudders
"Your body"
My chest drops,
Breath releasing in a mournful sigh
My body jerks and fucks harder
I thought so
Nothing hurts more than believing
With everything
and being convinced I meant something
For you to tear down it all
For a petty early morning kick
For a silly little whore
silly little whore
silly little me
It's only me
Like you cared any way
But I still want you to
I cling onto how I want you to

And I continue to fuck you.