You pushed me against the wall,
pinning my arms over my head,
pressing into me,
kissing my lips,
my face,
my hair.
Surrender was sweet.
I melted into you,
opened for you,
unleashed...set free
from this prison
of good girl virtue...
Sometimes I want
to be a naughty girl;
I want to bend and kneel,
surrender to your will;
Pain is my undoing,
pleasure is my crown.
I want...I want
to feel it all...
fly with angels,
crash back down,
safe in the strength
of your arms.
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