| 7th Jul 2012✧06:571 note
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What I see are
my dirty knees
knelt before you.
Just like you like them.
My mouth awaiting your invitation.
What I see is
my body folding forward
accepting all advances
without question of intent.
But you know… I’d bend over backwards for you too.
I think of your fuck.
Of you moving inside me.
Slow, hard, steady.
I think of your hands.
Of fingers coiling hair,
the twist and pull back.
The force of obedience.
And then the take.