This is about those guys who always want to have flings


His object

You are his object
Simple and precious for use
In you no complications
Instead, moments of bliss
Hours of untamed pleasure
Unchecked, uncorrupted, no strings
You are his object, sexual that is.




Poetry by Kat
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Written on 2006-02-13 at 14:59

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max
hope ya know we are not all like that;) love the poem though.... rgds max
2006-02-14


Zoya Zaidi
Good expression of feeling of being used by some one!

Good, Kat!

(((hugs))))

xxx, Zoya
2006-02-13