I've got the itch
to me lifes just a bitch
you'll never see me in the right light
I don't have it in me to give a good fight
never would I offer my love
you will always give me a good shove
writing used to offer me sweet release
in it now I find no peace
every line exascerbates my need
my body quivering from overwhelmong greed
lick me fuck me suck me
shake my cage so hard I forget me
the desire to be lost in your eyes
as you evoke those oh so sexy sighs
I lay here imaging your magical fingers
yeah the ones that used to make me tingle
loved how you always pinned me down
no none else can bring me to the ground
I know you're just a shy boy
really I wanted to be your toy
you could take me out of the box at a glance
wet and willing I was always a good chance
my imagination filling in the blanks
your inspiration I need to thank
home alone I want to call
would tell you it could be a ball
killing me with your pace
I'm really not into a chase
for now I've been put on the shelf
that doesn't mean I can't touch myself
© 2007 alaskanamber
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