Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Love Torture Me
If night does fall as surely will, doth fall on my frailty, expose my inborn weakness. Lies here a man in terrible dream, fall a sacrifice to love; with love torture me. Tell me, why must I be slave on call to your erotic mind, tied with cruelty; unsolved love's sweet mystery? Oh, this ill my flesh...
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