fawning

do you remember,
that time you cut me open?
i was bloodied forearms down
with nothing but sharpened teeth.

do you remember,
that time you roll me over?
i was bruised, legs wide apart
with nothing but worn out guilt.

do a number on me, darling
do me a favor!
Me kissing the ground you stepped on,
was not overwrought.
Its called dedication
and,
a battered seduction.

Yogyakarta April 14th 2017 8 : 14 PM

**Picture belongs to my absolute favorite Norwegian singer, Aurora.

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