You scratch my back
I’ll scratch it too
It might sound black
But scratch it through
Draw some blood
Let it spill
Make it flood
It’s the cheapest thrill
Grip my hair
And pull it hard
Rip and tear
Like it’s made of card
No good?
Bite me then!
Call me mad
Or come back when
You see you’re bad
YOU ARE READING
Romance
PoetryA collection of my romantic poetry, long and short, smooth and sexy. Either way it hits the spot :)
