No title 

I am

Complicit in my own demise 

In my bound hands and my spread thighs 

I beg for it 

Bend over for it 

It trembles in my every cry 

The answering thrusts render me speechless 

Remind me that need will drive a woman 

To drink, to beg, to lie… 

On her back and recieve with pleasure as she dies

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