I love the way you look at me, desperate from my attention
Your my dominant lover in my fantasy world
When i'm with you there is no tension
But you weren't my lover actually
Me and you, Him and I, Daddy and his child ready for love and care
You love the way I scream your name, ready for your soft lips to press against mine
I love the way you pull my hair
but it always ends up without enough time
but we always end it with your words, your beautiful voice
"Call me daddy"
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Look Past My Imperfections
PoetryThis will be a series of poems which means every single page will be something different. Some of These poems will be on my mind and some of them will be actual events in my life. I wont be telling you which ones have actually happened to me. Edit...
