Vile Romance, and a Misinterpreted Glance!

Those C        Y 
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                    EPS

Alert me, to your presence.

I turn my (ey)(es) to meet yours,

Seeing you stare at me, like I'm some kind of w.h.o.r.e.

I voice my protests loudly,
        but still, you
                          t
                            r
                            a
                              i
                              l

                                a finger down my cheek.

Never before, has my future looked so bleak.

I give in to my u/r/g/e to be R~EC~KL~ES~S

And
    A*t*t*a*c*k
                      you,

With my caress.




Baby, when will you ever learn?

To stop
          ♥ loving ♥ {sexing} me

'Cause all I am...



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Is a M / \ 
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