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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Dirty Little Lies


Those dirty little lies on the tip of a silvery tongue

Whispered in passive moments’ urgent need

Beckoning me to fly on arousal’s wings so free

Neglecting second thoughts that somehow escape me

They flutter ‘round my head as flashing lights of red

Serving as reminders of the pain that lies ahead

Yet I refuse to see the fact that you do not love me

I hold on tight with all my might to my elusive fantasy

That fills me with excitement as you fill me with your lies

And the longer that I play this game the more I realize

The addiction’s that much stronger than it had been before

Still I am nothing more to you than just another whore


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