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Well there went my five minutes
couldn't dare for more
you say you will be back later
but I have been here before
I promise you pictures
and get myself ready
open-minded perfection
like a bad girl named Betty
But who am I kidding
you just left again with one message
having a meeting and be back asap
Like I didn't know that would happen
As always I am the joke
the stupid bloke
who keeps waiting around for minutes
when there is so much more to life than this
and my sexual nature is being wasted
on a man who has never tasted
what I have to offer and what I have to give
What dreams are made of and a reason to live
So I will continue to wait here for time
waiting to see if someday you will be mine
and I haven't placed my faith and trust
with someone who only looks at me with lust
Because anyone can fuck you and make your legs shake
It just depends if the other person proves, to be worth the wait.
couldn't dare for more
you say you will be back later
but I have been here before
I promise you pictures
and get myself ready
open-minded perfection
like a bad girl named Betty
But who am I kidding
you just left again with one message
having a meeting and be back asap
Like I didn't know that would happen
As always I am the joke
the stupid bloke
who keeps waiting around for minutes
when there is so much more to life than this
and my sexual nature is being wasted
on a man who has never tasted
what I have to offer and what I have to give
What dreams are made of and a reason to live
So I will continue to wait here for time
waiting to see if someday you will be mine
and I haven't placed my faith and trust
with someone who only looks at me with lust
Because anyone can fuck you and make your legs shake
It just depends if the other person proves, to be worth the wait.
Published 26th Mar 2013
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26th Mar 2013 8:07pm
26th Mar 2013 8:25pm
26th Mar 2013 9:05pm
26th Mar 2013 9:20pm
yea, just have to make sure my leash doesn't get tangled on the furniture ;)
27th Mar 2013 3:51am
27th Mar 2013 2:58pm
Is there really any other way to be?? I have always seen vixens happy and content in life. Feeling they have all they need and want, so that might be a new goal of mine. B the best vixen I can be :)
26th Mar 2013 9:23pm
Hello Samantha, I read your poem here a few times just now... it feels kinda like something familiar too me... I really like this work right here... Sounds almost like feelings of being wounded in love, the not knowing if when they leave, whenyou hang up, hell, even when skyping with them, is there someone else that they are talking to, goin to... Only relationships it seem scan bring these feelings out, these emotions... I have been wounded in Love, and I have also been wounded in hate... Only Love and relationships can bring this work out, at least to me... How are you,
Ps: You can call me Eddie... hehehe
Ps: You can call me Eddie... hehehe
26th Mar 2013 10:11pm
Hi there Eddie :) you are right about the things that love and relationships can bring out of someone.
I treasure the release
and I try not to look to deep
because the truth I may see,
isn't what any heart wishes to be
And that is the last to know,
the last to let go
Of a love that was so pure and divine
that only you believed would stand the test of time.
I am fine, really. I am getting use to the everyday torture of being lonely but being in love. Like a spider trapped in a web, but being left just enough blood to stay alive, day after day.
I treasure the release
and I try not to look to deep
because the truth I may see,
isn't what any heart wishes to be
And that is the last to know,
the last to let go
Of a love that was so pure and divine
that only you believed would stand the test of time.
I am fine, really. I am getting use to the everyday torture of being lonely but being in love. Like a spider trapped in a web, but being left just enough blood to stay alive, day after day.
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- Edited 27th Mar 2013 2:31am
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27th Mar 2013 2:40am
I actually thought of Betty Boop when I said that. The lines you chose are also my favorite. I wish I would of went dirtier in this one, but oh well. I went how it wanted to so maybe I can make one just about a girl named Betty being dirty :)
