Rough Sex.
Ben Dunne.
Pouring vodka into your eyes as I swish the lasting drips,
forcing you to the floor, kicking you down,
the temptation of having sex with you, piercing those lips,
watch you writhe, sway, die, against the ground.
Masochism you say?
Sadism I reply,
"Make my day."
"I see you cry."
You touch my dick,
forcefully if so,
"Get the fuck off me you prick."
"You said you wanted this, though."
Can't have you lying to me now,
can't have you claiming false pretence,
as I swipe against your brow,
I admire my dealt dents.
