spread your legs, darling,
and let him rip you to pieces.
little miss, "let's be honest, i'm not in this for love,"
you let him touch you
let him bite your lip, neck, breast,
satisfy his lust for love,
because it almost kills that craving -
you just want to be warm again -
need the heat he so furiously provides -
because you're empty, empty, cold,

empty.