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I want you without rationale or reason
the way a bomb fuse wants a spark
I want my fingers twisted in your grown-out hair
I’ll yank you around and make you scream
because I want you whimpering my name.
I want you better, stronger, faster
without the confines of your attempts at mercy
I’ll bite you hard, but only if you want it
Crawl into my arms, let me lick your scrapes and bruises
Your wisecracks whip through wilted nerves
and you stink like fear when you don’t need to.
Your face is a distorted mirror, dark and bent and indistinct
but I could make out that reflection anywhere.
You’re me—you are—as I am you
You’re me without the teeth and talons
without the fire and the twisted flesh
but these things still lurk beneath your grim facade.
I can see them without searching
I see your true face without getting lost
It’s nothing so nice as you pretend, but something warped
something gnarled up and tainted with your wanting
so much wanting—you want the world and I’ll give it to you.
Let me bring it out in you. I promise it won’t hurt that much.