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Created on: April 24, 2010
I THINK ABOUT YOU
Sudden Uncertainty, Has a cynical way.
Anticipating chaos, Always needing his way.
Tough adversary, Pulsing with life,
Hungry vulture, Never needing a wife.
Endearments,Vibrancy,Memories provoked,
always controlling money, Most times broke.
Sending woman to paradise with your body,
using woman, has become your hobby.
Sensual look, warmed with your expert caress.
You never really loved a woman, leaving her feeling a mess.
Unrealistic, Brown-eyed Devil, Loved to distraction,
Melting my body, Hard to fight your attraction.
Destroys special things belonging to me,
Never trying to understand my feelings or refusing to see.
Can't break away from you, your memory lingers,
the touch of your tongue, the love of your expert fingers.
Your head thrown back in a sensual laugh,
slim body,tight stomach, and muscular calves.
Never self-conscience, your the first to criticize,
never worried about telling woman any lies.
Hit, slap, punch, kick, never taking the blame,
not faithful, suspicious, calling me names.
Forces me to do things I don't want to do,
threatens to harm me, controls who I talk to.
Continues remorselessly, no pangs of regret,
these are the things I think of the man I meet.
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