crawling back to you.

The way you hurt me and please me and make me beg.

Your hand holding me down as your tongue slides up my leg.

Your hand around my throat and your teeth against my flesh.

You will make me scream and make me cry, have me begging you for more.

You'll have me on the desk and up the wall, slamming me against the door.

You'll watch me strip, lick my lips, and crawl to you across the floor. 

You do me hard. Do me rough. And I watch as you walk away.

I shout and I yell, but we both know tomorrow is another day.

But when you stay away for long, you know it makes me blue.

You come back to my door, and I again come crawling back to you...