You are petite and smooth I am big and rough to the touch You are pristine, unblemished I have scares and blemished
You are weak and mild I am strong and forceful You are young and girlish I am mature and manly You are pure I seek to defile Your lips are to please and speak my praises My lips are to tell you how Your body is Mine My body is a conquering Army You are intimidated and fearful of the force that is me I am the force that ravages you You are so much less than what I can have I make you all that you can be It is your job to be pleasing It is my right to be pleased All that is in your screams that this is wrong - your mind, your body, your soul But your heart overrules them and gives them all to me....
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