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| Abusive Lust What happened to my pen that was so free? I could lick with my tongue the words of affection and passion, For any boy I so desired. And he would enjoy my eyes, then Kiss me with appreciation for my sighs. It is oh tattered and too used to come about openly this time. Nevertheless, I see a beast of mystery. He entices me, beckons me with his glare. I am a servant to his every word, and yet He has spoken none to me. I shan�t give until I�m asked. Feelings that tingle and shake fill my heart And scatter through out my shoulders. Sitting next to him, I become heated with desperation For him to rub my inner thigh, or just reach for my hand. Somehow I feel he knows my thoughts, Of how I long to run my fingers through his long dark hair And press my hands against his bare chest. I want his face against mine, so I can Lock into his coal glassy eyes. He wants to slit my heart, drink the blood, and then Lick the wound. He could eat me alive. He wants to be a sadist And it�s my turn to be a victim. I am punctured. |