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Just the sight of him makes me drool. I want him so much, he's the one that I love. I've loved him for so long, and he knows it. not only does he know it, but he uses it against me. He uses the power that he has over me, he uses my lust against me. He uses what he knows is love, he uses what he knows is lust, what he knows is want against me. And I can't say I disagree. He's to perfect, I want him too much to disagree with him.
I've wanted him for so long. For years now, since I've known him. I met him so long ago, and I've wanted him since the day I met him. it was love at first sight. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get him to want me like I want him. I've wanted him so much, I've gone through hell for him, just to have him. and he only has me when he wants, but that's more than enough for me. Just once in a while is more than enough, even though I want more, I'm content with what I have.
I hate him though. I hate the fact that I want him. I want him so much it hurts, and I hate that. I want him, but I want to be free of him. I wish I never laid eyes on him, because then I would have never wanted him. then I would have been happy. I would have had my love, the one who loves me back as well, not the one I want, but the one I love. I love him too though, I love him so much. I love him and I want him. I want him to take me.
I bow down before him, and I love him. I bow down and worship the ground he walks on. And he couldn't care about me though. I am nothing to him, nothing except when he wants something. Then I'm something, not even someone, something. But that doesn't stop me from wanting him. I want him just as much as always. Even when he beats me I still want him, even when I'm laying there, torn and battered and bruised, I still want him.
Why can't he see me? That's all I want, that's all I've ever wanted. For as long as I can remember. For as long I've known him, years upon years upon years. It's why I started the job here, just to see him all the time. Just to work directly for him, this great man. The one I want. I see him all the time now, and it's a double edged sword. Every time I see him, I can't want him more, I can't help but love him. but as much as I love him I hate him. I'd do anything to get him to want me back. I'd do anything, I'd kill . If he doesn't want me though, I guess I'll just have to kill him.
Just the sight of him makes me drool. I want him so much, he's the one that I love. I've loved him for so long, and he knows it. not only does he know it, but he uses it against me. He uses the power that he has over me, he uses my lust against me. He uses what he knows is love, he uses what he knows is lust, what he knows is want against me. And I can't say I disagree. He's to perfect, I want him too much to disagree with him.
I've wanted him for so long. For years now, since I've known him. I met him so long ago, and I've wanted him since the day I met him. it was love at first sight. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get him to want me like I want him. I've wanted him so much, I've gone through hell for him, just to have him. and he only has me when he wants, but that's more than enough for me. Just once in a while is more than enough, even though I want more, I'm content with what I have.
I hate him though. I hate the fact that I want him. I want him so much it hurts, and I hate that. I want him, but I want to be free of him. I wish I never laid eyes on him, because then I would have never wanted him. then I would have been happy. I would have had my love, the one who loves me back as well, not the one I want, but the one I love. I love him too though, I love him so much. I love him and I want him. I want him to take me.
I bow down before him, and I love him. I bow down and worship the ground he walks on. And he couldn't care about me though. I am nothing to him, nothing except when he wants something. Then I'm something, not even someone, something. But that doesn't stop me from wanting him. I want him just as much as always. Even when he beats me I still want him, even when I'm laying there, torn and battered and bruised, I still want him.
Why can't he see me? That's all I want, that's all I've ever wanted. For as long as I can remember. For as long I've known him, years upon years upon years. It's why I started the job here, just to see him all the time. Just to work directly for him, this great man. The one I want. I see him all the time now, and it's a double edged sword. Every time I see him, I can't want him more, I can't help but love him. but as much as I love him I hate him. I'd do anything to get him to want me back. I'd do anything, I'd kill . If he doesn't want me though, I guess I'll just have to kill him.