I locked the door but you still found your way in like a groupie, flirting her way past security into the backstage area at a Whitesnake concert but instead of raging at this invasion and retreating to a quiet corner within myself,
I let you in, jugular exposed like a cat sleeping, belly-bared believing that rather than ripping out my entrails with your pointed teeth that you would caress my naked flesh
But don't think because you charmed the heavies that you may come and go as you please. You opened the door but I still hold the keys.
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No backstage pass by Abbi van den Berg