**** these thoughts I think of you.
**** the man they have to do.
With him, you stand,
Hand in hand.
How you feel another man,
I will never understand.
Round and round,
Endlessly bound,
To bite my tongue,
And hold it in.
My lust for you,
My little Jew.
Until one day,
I hope and pray...
That 'we' will lay.
love,
Andypandypoodnpie
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
**** these thoughts I think of you.
**** the man they have to do.
With him, you stand,
Hand in hand.
How you feel another man,
I will never understand.
Round and round,
Endlessly bound,
To bite my tongue,
And hold it in.
My lust for you,
My little Jew.
Until one day,
I hope and pray...
That 'we' will lay.
love,
Andypandypoodnpie
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