Do you ever think,

Dam it all to hell,

I'm calling?


Do you think,

never met a man,

so into me?


What a fun time we'd have,

Hating each other.


Sweating body's.



Biting, laughing,



Not giving a fuck.


Pulling me close,

as you call me names.


My wicked smile,

hidden in a dark hot room.


Your cold heart melting,

for a few moments every decade.


I'd pretend I love you,

if you'd pretend I wasn't lying to myself.


You thinking for a moment,

I'm the one.


Then I'd say something nice,

and spoil the moment.


You beautiful, wicked bitch.


I miss you.


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