Whitney
her tone reflecting of my own
her past a story matching mine
her smell a poison to my sences
eyes a gift from the divine
to touch her was my greatest pleasure
to kiss her was my only joy
to see her looking back at me
could make me nervous like a boy
a man is what ive grown to be
and yet her power stays the same
but now she only trys to end me
air extinguishing my flame
yet still i only wish to love her
tho i know i never shall
i turn to be a wish for others
thru the pain and darkness foul
i only wished to be her lover
i never meant to bring her pain
now all i know is lust without her
pulsing thru my every vein
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