Toy
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All my poems are for you now
And I want to become your toy.
The part of your soul, your body.
Submissive to any joy.
I don't want to judge you or swear
But I want for you to relax.
That's how soul should give in to pleasure
And to any will of Saint God.
Why to feel any fright or pain here
Where everything is for good.
If he torns the body you wear
He will give another one soon.
Bu şiiri puanla
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