Dopamine
Arms pinned down, slowly choked out,
never enough time, or words;
You sliced me, now finish it;
Feeling up my thoughts, I’m high;
Your hands covering my mind
screaming in your frequency;
Cut off the circulation.
You have stolen my virtue,
let the dopamine wear off;
I can’t feel a thing anymore,
Every ounce of fire I shared
replaced with a scorched throat;
But my eyes they say it all,
caught in the heat of your grip;
A five line scar down your back,
of course you left your shirt off.
A mark left on your virtue,
my dopamine is now yours.
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