The Sassochist
Am I a brat?
Am I doing it for attention, like a cat walking across your keyboard or newspaper, (does anyone still read newspapers?) knocking your glass off the table and then looking at you for a reaction with a deadpan glare.
Am I doing it for a reaction? If I annoy you a little... will you hit me harder? Will I see that flash in your eye that tells me you're not going to go easy on me this time? That thrill of anticipation when I know you're going to really enjoy hurting the sass out of me, even if just for a little while.
Am I pushing you to your limit, so that you'll push me to mine? Like a daring dance, a fluffing of feathers. A cheeky glint, a mental note of what really riles you, for future use... filed away in the spank bank,
...till the next time the sassochist needs their fix.
Am I doing it for attention, like a cat walking across your keyboard or newspaper, (does anyone still read newspapers?) knocking your glass off the table and then looking at you for a reaction with a deadpan glare.
Am I doing it for a reaction? If I annoy you a little... will you hit me harder? Will I see that flash in your eye that tells me you're not going to go easy on me this time? That thrill of anticipation when I know you're going to really enjoy hurting the sass out of me, even if just for a little while.
Am I pushing you to your limit, so that you'll push me to mine? Like a daring dance, a fluffing of feathers. A cheeky glint, a mental note of what really riles you, for future use... filed away in the spank bank,
...till the next time the sassochist needs their fix.