Sometimes
what I need
is to be taken hard
without care
or warning
or even consent
and used utterly
knowing that you'll give me
not what I crave
but all that I need:
that you'll fold me across your lap
and beat me,
tip me on the floor
and bind me,
spread my splayed legs wide
and fuck me
hard
from behind
unceasing -
till I'm pleading
like a bad, little girl,
yelping
like a bitch in heat,
sobbing
with reluctant thanks.
This isn't what I want
(honestly)
but it's what I need ....
.... sometimes.
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