The mouth is designed just for biting
My flesh, it is so damn inviting
Fistfuls of it for his rewriting
It scares me to find this exciting
My morals have seen an inversion
I slip and fall prey to perversion
Each time I’m left feeling uncertain
It’s much uglier when it’s in person
I want to, but still feel aversion
They’ll think that you forced my conversion
Those words are an stilted insertion
I’m not quite immune to coercion
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