Dirty Woman…
You know you'll have scratches where the harsh, cold concrete wall licked your back. Maybe on your face too. You'll be able to tell later, when the tears come to sting your cheeks. If they come.
You told him you wanted it rough, and you took what you wanted. Want Take Have. But it still hurt, didn't it? You've never wondered if Petite morte refers to the death of your boredom, or your innocence or your soul…