Love is not a bore
Especially when you are his whore.
We kiss, love and fuck.
My man is such a hunk.
He controls me.
He sees all of me.
I cannot hide.
I abide his rules.
No matter how hard he hits,
The bits of me come together.
He makes me want to be better.
I aim to please,
Even if it causes me to bleed.
He is worth the pain.
None of it is in vain.
I love him with all of me.
There is no where else I rather be.
He has me,
For the rest of eternity.
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