Rouge de rage

i’ll roll them between my fingers, pinch and tug, just to watch you gasp and shiver

i’ll suck them into my mouth, warm and wet, laving my tongue over them until they’re swollen and aching

i’ll flick them, slap them, watch them pebble under my touch, delighting in the way your body jolts with every sharp sting

i’ll trap them between my teeth, biting down just enough to make you whimper, just enough to make your thighs clench

i’ll brush my fingertips over them, barely there, featherlight, teasing you until you're trembling, until you’re begging for more

i’ll keep you on your back, wrists pinned, chest exposed, playing with them for hours, just to see how much you can take

i’ll make you cum from nothing but the torment of my hands and mouth, your back arching, your voice breaking, your body utterly wrecked

manhandling you until you mistake pain for praise

breaking you down until your only comfort is the same hand that ruins you

twisting you into something pathetic, needy, obsessed

Where you going, Eds? If you lived here you'd be home by now! Come join the clown, Eds. You'll float down here. We all float down here. Yes, we do!

and then i'd say to you, "we could take to the highway with this trunk of ammunition, too"

i'd end my days with you,

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''photographing british girlhood''