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back when i was still trying to work out what kind of relationship we were going to have and what i was expected to do to get there. very confusing.
Submitted:Jul 15, 2011 Reads: 25 Comments: 4 Likes: 4
What am I supposed to do
To earn respect and trust,
When your body teases me,
The joy, the thrill, the touch?
My need, my ache, my fantasy
Is begging me for more.
I need your love, I need your peace,
I need you here completely.
Please take my hand and lead me to
A blissfull sweet release.
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