He draws it out,
s t r e t c h i n g it,
the tension building…
…until I snap.
…until I scream.
A smug smirk
slides across his face
as I shudder.
He knows
just
which
buttons
to push.
is paved with good intentions
He draws it out,
s t r e t c h i n g it,
the tension building…
…until I snap.
…until I scream.
A smug smirk
slides across his face
as I shudder.
He knows
just
which
buttons
to push.
