I want you to leave me tomorrow, so i’ll know what to do, i’d hate to die of sorrow.
I want you to hit me with words so nasty, say i’m not busty or worse, that I smell musty.
I want you to throw me on the ground. Then mount.
I want to pick shirts out for you, shoes, and all things new.
I want to be your boss next week, every word, I’ll make you heed.
While it’s not very consistent, in my mind,
I assure you, I’m nothing, if not fine.
And everything I want, you’ll consider
Without much hesitance,
You will deliver.
Because I want you. I want you.
I. WANT. YOU.
Written on 18th Feb, 2010
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