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by Samantha Mar 19, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I long for the touch of your lips. I long for the touch of your hold. I long for the sound of your voice. I long for the sound of your laugh. I love you. You don't even like me. Im your toy, to hold and keep and throw and use and abuse in every way because you OWN my heart, you little w****.