Every time I think of you
I need to scald my eyes
I cannot love you more than this
While something inside me dies.
Whenever I want to feel your touch
I must scrub at my skin
Scrub away the impure thoughts
Of my many lustful sins.
I have to bind my fingers
When I usge to stroke your arms
To run my fingers down your back
And work my many charms.
These unladylike tendencies
Course through my veins
Wanting to act but cannot win
Against the torment that still reighns.
A behaviour to be frowned upon
Is my unladylike manor
Impure thoughts haunting my mind
Making me stall and stammer.















Comments
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chris.
Thanks
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No. You. Can't. Have. My. Juice.
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on my knees...i am FREE
cause we all end up
in a tiny pine box
with a mighty short drop
in a mighty small plot!- Graverobber (Repo! the genetic opera)
Thanks loverly
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No. You. Can't. Have. My. Juice.
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chris.
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No. You. Can't. Have. My. Juice.
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on my knees...i am FREE
cause we all end up
in a tiny pine box
with a mighty short drop
in a mighty small plot!- Graverobber (Repo! the genetic opera)
i allready had it
I told you i like this one.. love the way it flows and how its easy read, but... hehe
Thanks hun
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Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
In joy and sorrow, my home in your arms. -HIM-
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