The anticipation The sickly Distorted Painful Anticipation Every night we sit together Him on his couch Me on mine I watch him Twitching Switching channels I slouch I swear he doesn't Even notice Me twitching Itching for his Affection Can't seem to find The right direction He needs a hobby I want it to be me The things that I've let you Do, the things I want to let you Do to me, all of me I love coming home from work To the way you always rub my feet Which leads to you Treating me Like a fucking piece of meat Grabbing, tight around my waist Taking what you want Anything you want Even take it from me Late at night After I'm in my bed Peaceful sleeping Shatter my dreams With your reality I know you love it When I whimper and moan Scream NO!
And groan THAT'S GOING TO HURT!
DON'T DO THAT, NO! IT'S GOING TO HURT!
NO NOT THERE, NO! I know you love it Fuck I want to bit you Bite you till you bleed Fuck to taste your blood My mouth is watering now Thinking about it Saliva dripping My pussy is dripping too It makes me wet to think about you The way you touch me Your lingering Finger tips Your sharp teeth Tearing at me Ripping at my soft flesh Till I bleed I want you to Make me bleed Fuck! I want you to taste my blood Taste the life that's in me Taste me Fuck!
My heart is racing I feel jittery Shaking Breathless Nervous You're sitting here Right in front of me I can't stop glancing Over at you I want to attack you Scratch you Bite you Let you Fuck me!
And bask in your energy I'm wondering If you can see All of these Fucked up fantasies Written across my face In letters black Like my empty soul As clear as the ink on this page I wouldn't be surprised If you could You probably can You always could Read me Like a book You look And see me looking I'm blushing For no obvious reason You catch it And stretch for it My foot And start Nonchalantly Rubbing