He broke into my house, watched me sleep.
He was dressed in black and wore a mask, telling me I could run but hed catch me.
I knew he only wanted one thing, and he wouldnt leave until he got it.
To use me.
It was just the tip of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just the tip of sweetness and fear that held me close and refused to let me go.
I was frightened of the lengths hed go, of how close hed take me to the edge. I didnt know if hed throw me over or embrace me in the darkness.
All I could do was surrender. It was bittersweet and an encounter I didnt know if Id live to see the end of.
He was dressed in black and wore a mask, telling me I could run but hed catch me.
I knew he only wanted one thing, and he wouldnt leave until he got it.
To use me.
It was just the tip of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just the tip of sweetness and fear that held me close and refused to let me go.
I was frightened of the lengths hed go, of how close hed take me to the edge. I didnt know if hed throw me over or embrace me in the darkness.
All I could do was surrender. It was bittersweet and an encounter I didnt know if Id live to see the end of.
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