  I am NOT Your pin up Your porn up Your blow up Doll I can see it How you see me The look in your eyes As they touch upon my lips Imagining them Locked Tight Wet Around you Sucking Down That aching & nbsp;  & nbsp;  & nbsp;  & nbsp;  & nbsp;  neeeed You can feel it What it would be To lose yourself Down my throat Dripping Your tensions Into my soul Your hands Tangled In my hair Gripping Tightening With each twitch Each Last Spasm That carries your sorrows From the root of you To the life of me Never once Touching your sight To mine Never once Seeing me Just your release My prison Your relief The price of my soul 
