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I feel like a lost dog when he's gone.
When I sleep, I long for him by my side.
To feel his warmth upon my skin..

Something,
Anything to keep reminding me I'm alive.
But thats not the only reason I love him around.
I love this boy in general.

He is my Master, In a sick and twisted way.
Controlling me,
Keeping me in motion,
Keeping me in line.

Something like a Mental Muzzle?
So I've been told.
Such a strange boy,
So filled with so many different memories.

But I love the way his hand falls into mine.
I love how perfect his lips full-fill my own.
Love how his voice speaks to me in the dark...
How respectful his touch is against my skin.

The way his Lips caress across my skin.
His tongue against my flesh,
Satisfying every ounce of subduction in my body,
With every ounce of romance in his own.

He is my Dark angel,
My Vampire in the night,
He is the sun against my skin,
The warmth in my bones.

But do I love him?
Can I conjure up enough strength to Love this boy..?
Enough to trust him,
Enough to believe his words...

...Yes.