You little w****

by Samantha   Mar 19, 2007


I long for the touch of your lips.

I long for the touch of your hold.

I long for the sound of your voice.

I long for the sound of your laugh.

I love you.

You don't even like me.

Im your toy,

to hold

and keep

and throw

and use

and abuse

in every way

because you OWN

my heart,

you little w****.

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