Si cor meum erat, a libro, hoc est, quomodo legere

A luxury better that death

I used to wonder why you were so eager to choke me
Of course I grew to love your hands around my neck

It felt like a deep level of intimacy that my poor heart couldn't yet afford
Your hand became more desirable that any jewelled choker

But then I realised:
Wolves as you know,
Go for the throat