This world took your confidence And spit it out in avalanche As I ruminate about our endless days And ponder about your hazy eyes I wonder when your head turned light
Let’s be real it’s about the rush of bad feelings that make it feel so good. His hand around your neck using lol your holes making you his. Society says that is wrong but it feels so right. Something about giving him the control that brings you pleasure, looking up at him knowing he holds your life in his hands yet pleasures you.
It’s a natural order of instincts- us women by nature are mounted and used providing the perfect place for his pulsating cock. So when society says be equal, be dominate, be good… we just want to be bad even more, we want to be used more, told we are his to enjoy.
