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Would it be so wrong?

Would it be so wrong just for a second to gaze upon your face?
To grab your throat with my palm and finalise this chase
To meet your eyes with mine and see if your intensity is awakened
To stoop to lower movements because my ardour is far from chastened
To acquiesce like an animal and let you painfully violate me
And hold me down so heavily I can�t take time to grieve
And wonder if this interlude is dangerous and wrong
But revel in its unruliness because I�m tired of being strong
Tell me what you want, I�ll do my best to please
I�ll press my face into these sheets, and wait here on my knees
For you to pull my hair and rupture sanctity
To satisfy this desire with more than fantasy
I did not come here to be a martyr or a saint
So adorn me with your corporeality and cover me in paint
Grab my throat with your palm and conclude this play
Bodies interwoven, as though we were the fallen race
Leave me spent and full, juices smeared across my face