Gag and Grind

beautiful body but bastardly mind...
sometimes I just want to gag and grind:
fuck what we think and fuck what we say
and just be a toy with which to play.

climb into my bed, then, late at night,
without turning on a light;
don't see your emotions or feel my fright,
no clothes, no voices, just moans and bites.

come into my room and close the door,
and leave those rags on the floor,
gag yourself so you don't speak,
come and make my mattress squeak.

I know you're hungry; do you miss my touch?
or is your mind tangible enough?
I know you're empty somewhere inside--
my dick is taken but my fingers're untied.

use me, abuse me, then toss me like trash,
and don't worry who had me last.
beautiful body yet mixed-up mind,
sometimes you just want to gag and grind.