bitch
By ninetnine
i try to conceal her but my vixen gets out, i try to dissuade her,thats not what i'm about. my cricket does tell me that i bat my blue eyes, i treat men like trophies, i win a mere prize. i dont treat them as people, but merely a chase, i see a living goal, not a human face. i twist and i turn them without regret or shame, after all i consider them just a part of my game. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 03:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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