40 74288730 690 323391 - T9 En (predictive text)

She was my only friend  
She is me.  
 
There were times enough when I spoke to air  
Consoling her; musing me.  
A quiet room lets you think quite clearly  
Stalking lust's avenues whimpering in debauchery  
I'd search for a trait I like to see  
Of arms that grasp to never let go,  
Of presence enough to bait that inner glow  
I hunger for dominance but submit easily,  
Eyes transfixed in sheer ecstasy.  
 
I dream at night the most perfect dreams,  
starring him, and me.  
A court so crooked it sickens me  
Strangely,  
I cannot get enough of that scene  
I am only a 8336  
If it were obscene I would find it so  
But I think of love, and hurt no more.  
 
I glare at her glass prison  
demanding answers.  
 
I cower and bleed  
I make a racket so he will notice me  
Be with me, punish me  
Hit me.  
And it feels even better at its worst  
To wish he would rape me?  
The consoling air screams  
I try to hold her turbulent heart  
But, with my lust, I will not part  
With every tear of desire lost,  
The fire burns warmer through searing frost  
 
So I question the reflection  
Who only hates what she sees  
Waiting up at night to see him come home,  
I always hope he'd stop by to say hello  
He doesn't anymore.  
If he was always mine,  
How wonderful would that be!  
I fuck to be reminded of him  
To imagine the finer details  
And slake this wicked lechery  
Until I'm close to screaming  
"Fuck me 32339, fuck me!"