She calls me
The seductress of old
Her fingernails
Tear at my skin
Her screams
bring me to my knees
I miss her voice
The way she hurts
The pleasure of the hunger
And the fear of reprimand
The poison she offers
Brings acid from my throat
Only quenched by fear
Fear of my mistresses demands
Yet still I can't back away
She waits for the day
When I'll falter
And fall in love
With her again.
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