I’m not a hore
I just liked to be fucked… kill me for it
Your secret pleasure is One Direction, mine is being choked
That release you feel, man after man
I do it for me
I don’t want to be needed I want to be wanted
They leave wanting more
I sit covered in bruises, head to toe
Trophy marks
I’m not addicted
I like to feel it… all of it
Your body on mine
The heat rising and musk in the air
Tease me, touch me, throw me