It’s okay. I know you can’t think when I’m inside you.
That it’s too much. I know you go all fuzzy and stupid.
You try but you can’t. I know you struggle with it.
Trembling, a little spastic. I know it paralyzes you.
Helpless, mewling, desperate. We both know what we want.
So I’m going to slide in now. And you’ll just take it.