I Like The Rough Stuff

I like the rough stuff,

This you know.

In all I do,

I like to let go.

Music, sport,

Hard fucking sex.

Is it a gift?

Or a twisted hex?

Is it right?

That I like that bite.

That domination over others,

That battle, That fight.

Don’t get me wrong,

It’s always by consent.

I won’t hurt anyone,

Who wasn’t on the same bent.

But if you wanna bang heads,

I’m willing to hurt,

I’m willing to dive in,

Where some’d only flirt.

I like the rough stuff,

But this you know!

In all I do,

I love to let go.