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Wicked.
Do you ever think,
Dam it all to hell,
I'm calling?
Do you think,
never met a man,
so into me?
What a fun time we'd have,
Hating each other.
Sweating body's.
Pheromones.
Biting, laughing,
Kissing.
Not giving a fuck.
Pulling me close,
as you call me names.
My wicked smile,
hidden in a dark hot room.
Your cold heart melting,
for a few moments every decade.
I'd pretend I love you,
if you'd pretend I wasn't lying to myself.
You thinking for a moment,
I'm the one.
Then I'd say something nice,
and spoil the moment.
You beautiful, wicked bitch.
I miss you.
