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My eyes are yours to control,
for nothing is better
than the sight of you.
My mind is yours to manipulate,
for I only acknowledge
your truth and charm.
My feet are yours to trample,
you are the only one
I would crawl for.
My back is yours to break,
for I'd rather be upon it
and have you above me.
I don't want to walk the alley-ways
searching for a man to ease the pain
of having arms empty of your presence.
My breasts are yours to bruise,
for such a rough touch
is better than receiving it
from a man that I despise.
My sheath is yours to ravage,
for I welcome no other phallus
and no other discharge
to mingle within me.
My heart is yours to rend
and afterwards it will be
you that I still defend.
My soul is yours to damn
for you are the eternity
that I seek.
My body is yours to banter.
My bones and flesh
are yours to annihilate and defile.
Melissa Hurst
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Thursday, March 13, 2008 |
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Thursday, March 13, 2008 |
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