Pull my hair.
Press me back against the wall.
Slam me against it.
Bite my bottom lip until I cry out and let me do the same to you.
Take your frustration out on me.
Let me feel it in the way you kiss my lips.
In the way you grip my hips.
Let me feel your love.
Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.