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My pretty boy.

That's what I call him.

Each thing he says is so perfect, well spoken and very polite.

He can hold me for so long, and says lovely things to me.

But when I'm with him why does it not feel right.

My pretty boy is incredibly amazing.

Not one flaw from him, no rude or degrading comments said.

So why is it not right?

When I'm with him I see her.

I imagine her holding me for so long, saying loving things to me.

Her hands through my hair.

My lips against hers- the flavour of cherry caressing my mouth.

The smell of vanilla and pinewood flowing 'round me.

I imagine her... but that would be against all said would it not?

I'm only for him. But I want to be only for her.

My pretty girl.

That's what I would call her.