She inspects the bruise
Sometimes it hurts to sit
It wasn’t a fight
There was no rage
A tiny case of masochism
A game they played
She liked to lean over
A bad girl she has been
And take her punishment
The noise made her wet
The sting made her melt
The crimson scratches
A story of love
Deep bad love

06/28/2005

Posted on 06/28/2005
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