Loverboy

This is not actually a new poem; I wrote it four years ago... I think I was fucking a sadist who liked to cut me at the time. As I recall, the sex wasn't exactly terrific, but it was a good time for me. I wore more black, and since I like pain, well... anyway. It was nice.


I've got what you want.
I've got what you need.
I've got the pretty eyes,
I know you like it when 
I bleed.


I've got all the right moves.
I've got all the right of way.
I've got the lovely legs,
I know you like it when
I stay.


Listen up loverboy.
I know what makes you tick.
I love to make you hot.
And I love your hard dick.


I know all the answers.
I know all the smooth replies.
I know how bad you want me.
I love to touch myself while 
Everything around me dies.