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I Was Made For Loving You...
Your words bite at my skin
like glass in a baby's crib.
Illustrations of your lies flutter
through the air like butterflies.
I am completely captured by
your web of fingers and sheets.
Like a little girl enticing a pedophile,
my petal-pink lips speak unheard
words of seduction.
Even through shades of grey,
my smile bleeds through.
My eyes glimmer with Emerald
understanding. I forgive you.
No matter how sick and twisted you
may be...
I was made for loving you...
like glass in a baby's crib.
Illustrations of your lies flutter
through the air like butterflies.
I am completely captured by
your web of fingers and sheets.
Like a little girl enticing a pedophile,
my petal-pink lips speak unheard
words of seduction.
Even through shades of grey,
my smile bleeds through.
My eyes glimmer with Emerald
understanding. I forgive you.
No matter how sick and twisted you
may be...
I was made for loving you...
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