don't think i didn't hear the dirty thoughts running through Your mind tonight,
that Your eyes weren't projecting scenes that left my knees weak.
heal that arm quickly, sweet dirty sexy Sir...
i want Your marks on me,
those purple half-moon reminders of Your teeth.
i want to wince for days when i sit.
i want the heat of Your domination to push me through.
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