My fingers trail across your helpless body.
They barely touch your skin.
Your goosebumps read like braille.
They tell me you want me.
Need me.
They tell me to take you.
Use you.
Abuse you.
Hold you.
Feel you.
They tell me you belong.
This is where you want to be.
A Hot Chill
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Chaosoverlaw 
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don’t
Own me, I’ll let you play the role
I’ll be your animal….
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