Hand around my throat You shove me against the wall Tell me this festering ache is A misguided enchantment, A wildfire running its course To fevered conclusion. You say this dark secret, With the scent of love hiding A primal violence below is an addiction calling skin, Demanding my savage kisses As I'm held in your iron grasp. My eyes raise a challenge A dare with quickened breath And a beautiful thirst For your control as you Call me succubus and whore And I answer you "Master".
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