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Who Is I_Is_Me?
The mere mention of his name
my thoughts are crippled
One glimpse of his image
ignites a smoldering need
His flesh turns me
turns me into a dirty
replica of myself
Passion runs through
my veins burning
points of interest
My need to be devoured
by him swells my desire
Caress me, dig deep
spread my willingness
to his shape
To know him is to know
this is where he belongs
my thoughts are crippled
One glimpse of his image
ignites a smoldering need
His flesh turns me
turns me into a dirty
replica of myself
Passion runs through
my veins burning
points of interest
My need to be devoured
by him swells my desire
Caress me, dig deep
spread my willingness
to his shape
To know him is to know
this is where he belongs
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