Awoken
My hands,
My fingers,
My nails,
Dragging on your body again.
My breath,
My teeth,
My tongue.
All means to make you plead for more.
Is it my turn this time,
To lead you to my bed?
The thing is Babe,
You didn't want me when I was there.
For what reason would I want you,
While you are now here?
It's a sick tie,
That holds you and I.
A bond that needs to be broken,
Because after all this time,
I have finally awoken.
Chrystal Vitale
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