All At High Speed
It pulls me, let it pull me and
Taste the back of my throat.
Let it's wildest reveries engulf me
In a cheap, vile frenzy that
Weakens your knees and makes your veins cringe.
Pulling still at the inevitable.
Let your blood rush as it caresses
The throbbing at the base of your neck.
Only stopping for one impatient gasp before it's pulling again
Like a wave that never crashes or never breaks.
It pushes me, let it push me and
Watch my body falter before it's
Descending plunge that tugs at
Your stomach and sends shivers up your spine.
I want to taste the pain in payment.
I want to color us black.
I want us to hit and run and never stop running.
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