Choke the Life Out of Me

Choke the life out of me-but I already feel dead…

At least one part of me is easy.

If I’m really just your piece of meat, can you at least make me feel like a delectable treat?

Too often, I find myself gasping,

wondering why life seems so unfair.

Ironically, I restrict my own breath,

robbing myself of life that’s right there.

Choking, helpless, fearful…

So grasp my neck, don’t set me free.

Choke the fear of my reality out of me.

Make me cum so violently

that my moans and screams lose their agony-

at least, momentarily.

Because in this moment, I feel passion again.

I feel happy again.

My only fear is when you leave again.

And my daunting reality sets back in.

Choke me senseless- I have none, anyways.

I know better, or do I?

Instant pleasure

is a tricky treasure,

with consequences beyond measure.

Choke the life out of me- but I already feel dead.

At least one part of me is easy.

If I’m really just your piece of meat, can you at least make me feel like a delectable treat?