Why are you back when I’ve taken measures to keep you at bay?
Ah, you’re unbelievably ugly. And I know, you’re not even fair.
This, my defence, I drop occasionally when I feel an inkling of freedom.
And you appear again, armed. I look around and remember my sword.
My sharp thought, my tongue. I pick it up and lick you like a dog.
You don’t even deserve to be licked by my sword.
But, I’m smart, you see. I tame you this way. I lick you and lick you until you bleed from your face.
And you’re humbled again.
Until next time, love.
smallbloomshloo 
