It feels like decades, yet only days.
It hurts, it yearns for you, it aches
Like somethings missing, my second half, my saner part
But when I return that second day will you in that room over power me?
Will you bend me like you please, you say you wont yet I know you will
I will not stop you either; My lovers curse, to be obedient to that I serve.
I fear the pretator within will make loose,
That precious line I trust you with, will break and tear
All self conscious thrown away.
Bend me, break me, pull me close, Tighter! Tighter!
And I know this will come because you've suffered from the
Withdrawal too.
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