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Naked bodies are meant for each other To hold and to touch and to bother I've spent some time not caring but my anticipation is blaring I left a good soul in good torment He had video games on his mind It was easy to see, we let love ferment I was no one but a ***** bind I said, enough. Twenty five years I've grown I've slipped I've been torn apart Three years I've wasted Uninspired Aching for Inspiration He came to me from the mines His hard, rough hands used to be so soft, when he was a boy Boy has he grown He holds me with a grip As if I've slipped before He came to me in the night, unable to sleep I heard his plight My heart was buried deep But I let him touch me and look at me and want me These are not empowering feelings A woman was meant for a man A man, with primeval notions A woman, with cultured devotions We succumb to our basic human desires It either feeds us Or destroys us Everyone wants to be the object of the other's deviant subject We look for distractions something for attraction Life is not a reality It is a fiction With every step a new direction I am free now to love to play to dance It gives me immense pleasure to go back to previous measure I don't care if I'm alone I can choose to be used I asked if he missed this "Yes."
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
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Naked bodies are meant for each other To hold and to touch and to bother I've spent some time not caring but my anticipation is blaring I left a good soul in good torment He had video games on his mind It was easy to see, we let love ferment I was no one but a ***** bind I said, enough. Twenty five years I've grown I've slipped I've been torn apart Three years I've wasted Uninspired Aching for Inspiration He came to me from the mines His hard, rough hands used to be so soft, when he was a boy Boy has he grown He holds me with a grip As if I've slipped before He came to me in the night, unable to sleep I heard his plight My heart was buried deep But I let him touch me and look at me and want me These are not empowering feelings A woman was meant for a man A man, with primeval notions A woman, with cultured devotions We succumb to our basic human desires It either feeds us Or destroys us Everyone wants to be the object of the other's deviant subject We look for distractions something for attraction Life is not a reality It is a fiction With every step a new direction I am free now to love to play to dance It gives me immense pleasure to go back to previous measure I don't care if I'm alone I can choose to be used I asked if he missed this "Yes."
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toni-seychelle
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
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