Let me tell you this:
If you get yourself a nipple ring,
And your lover starts to
Scratch her thumbnail over the
Tip, while you're on
Top of her, talking your tough
Shit, being in control, you can
Believe: you're gonna
Get yourself topped
From below.
But then: if she got you
Your nipple ring, if she
Dragged you to the parlour, said
You'd look so fierce with a
Pierced nipple, just one, please--
It'd be so hot-- told you
How wonderful you'd feel with that
Ring, always a part of you now--Oh,
Pretty please you know you
Want it--
Well, you're past caring who's on
Top, ain't cha? Just go with
It. Yeah, it
Tingles like that, don't it?
Slut.
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