Man
Hell's fire. Man's desire. Blood so red and pure. One to touch my soul. One to reach underneath my shirt. One to listen to my heart. And one to take it away. One after another as they all come for me, struggling to break free. A grasp so tight, i can never get out. A man's hands that have touched my body in many ways. To hold my hand, or to love me either way. But as one comes, i cannot bare, what other woman have i yet to compare. Not shure of his past, or the woman who came along. But i want to be the one he never leaves behind, one not to compare. One to love and hold, and never share.
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