be my hater,
lover dear
give me a wound only you could give
bleed it raw
and fill me with fear
raise your glist’ning blade
in the candlelight
break my fingers, crush me
in the brutl’est of ways
we’ve felt warmest feelings
for many years past
known the sweet spanse of love
but i want something more from you
from whip, blade, and belt
i want a lover’s hater-touch
a kiss i’ve not yet felt
be my enemy,
sweet friend of mine
make me hate your daunting silhouette
as it harnesses me against a hard hard place
it’s been fun loving you
but i want something more
something sore
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