there are moment
when
i am bull.
if i catch you;
cease you,
from your neck back
you
will be mine.
no matter what!
what ever
your face
your level
of maturity or
security, or
your level of femininity,
i will grasp
you
from
the neck.
i will bite from there,
hung in there until you give up.
i will not leave you
until you ask
to breath
my skin
mixed with your natural air.
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