Treasure Island

Brittany Tartaglia


Hold Me Baby


Choke me baby
Hold me tight
Let me see
The secret flight

See the scars
Within my soul
Hit me more
To make it cold

Send your soul
Into the sky
If you think
I do not try

Kick me baby
Hold me tight
Knock me over
Kill my right

Send me flying
Against the wall
One more hit
And see me fall

Rape me baby
Hold me tight
Until you feel
The failing fight

Let me rise
Above this life
Let me live to
The quiet night

Apparently the only
Thing that matters here
Are the words
You need to hear

Your pleasure is
More important tight
Than the thing
I call my right

Push me baby
Hold me tight
Leave me there
In the quiet night

Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010
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