I SHOULD HAVE LOVED YOU MORE
SLAVE
A CLASSY GUY
BREAKING ME DOWN
THE LETTER
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DESIRE FOR THE BEAUTY
To look upon her face
is to feel her grace.
I would do all I can
just to hold her hand.
The beauty does indeed move me.
Lust is the animal that wants to run free.
The motion of her behind weighs heavily on the mind.
Her shape is devine !
If only she would give me time,
I am sure I could make her mine.
Weekly,she comes to my shop,
and for a moment she makes my heart flip-flop.
There is nothing I won't do
to prove my love is true.
She does not accept my romance.
She shuns my advance.
No matter to me.
I shall have this beauty.
I will possess what I desire,
even if my soul burns in the fire !
DESIRE FOR THE BEAUTY
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