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Apr 2013
If I could inject your attention,
I would never have enough needles.
My nights tend to become a chase for the rush your hands on my thighs give me.
I jump and crawl and I am proud to be your marionette,
but my waiting will not be patient untill you pick me up.

Use me.
I want to arouse your ego when you lack somebody better.
Please, let me feed you my strength.
Written by
Sinai
498
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