11/05/07
You will always own my heart.
I have given it to you and you can hold it gently
or you can squeeze it and hurt me,
but it will always be yours,
in your control and your power.
I am yours,
warm, red and pumping.
Beating for you.
But I am not what you wished for.
I do not attract all of your senses.
I do not erect your sexual desires.
I do not let your love bloom.
I am not what you wished for,
nothing....
This poem was written by Alina on May 11, 2007.
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