I know that I'm not perfect. Baby it's the boy in me. It fights to walk along
my side. The relevance of a man is inside me. He structures my body. This little boy
play these games until he's think he's won. The loser it is goes to runs and hide.
My heart and soul is all yours. I know that my mind and eyes sometimes wonder.
The man in me fights thier strides. All in the attempt to control my actions. Sweetheart
at time I need to hold you. Ensure my home is were I belong! Win this battle of lust and
childish tendancies with me. In all truth. I just want you to know that I love you. I have
and always will be yours.
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