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His hand on my throat
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I supped at his seduction
Scant morsels
To feed my hunger
Ease the ache inside
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His hand on my throat
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Scooped out all of my insides
Offerings
I piled at his feet
Oh he wouldn’t stop me
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His hand on my throat
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His fingers squeezing tighter
On pulse points
Draining all colours
Till stars come to play
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His hand on my throat
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I bend my body to fit
In his grooves
His thumb in my mouth
Power spilling out
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His hand on my throat
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They say the all mighty gives
But he takes
Is there compromise?
Ecstasy or pain?
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Kristen Haveman
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