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Slave boys come and slave boys go;
But this one thing I certainly know.

That there will never ever be;
Another that can create such thrills in me.

That can make my heart beat so fast;
He created a lust that is never surpassed.

Without him now it is like I am all dried up;
I am dying of thirst with an empty cup.

Starving for what he took away;
My hunger just grows every day.

I am becoming hollow on the inside;
Searching for something I cannot find.

You would think I’d be out looking for him;
I set him free there is nowhere to begin.

Every other time I beckoned him back;
He came running right to my attack.

Something has changed it is not the same;
I am not even sure if he told me his real name.

Not sure of how much of him I made up in my head;
My reality is foggy but I remember everything he said.

His words that stole a piece of my heart;
They took me by surprise from the very start.

Maybe he didn’t mean what he said;
And I made it all up in my own head.

It is hard to consider none of it was real;
Just a fantasy the way he made me feel.

Painful is an understatement of what I’ve been left with;
Having it all taken away, that very special gift.

Though I have men falling at my feet;
He was the only one that made me feel complete.

Total satisfaction that left me wanting more;
I loved when he wanted to be my little whore.

My ravenous, horny, sexy little slut;
When it came to me he couldn’t get enough.

I wanted him completely every single part;
Everything from his sexy ass to his conflicted heart.

I long for him to return someday;
But I am sure his pride will get in the way.

So I will never hear from him ever again;
Leaving this emptiness that will not mend.

I have tried replacing him with other guys;
But none have worked that is no surprise.

It was almost like he was blind;
Never saw my body just wanted my mind.

Wanted the way I could make him feel;
I was just being myself really no big deal.

His inspiration stays with me still;
After all this time I feel so silly.

Stupid wanting something I am not sure existed;
I know I will never be able to resist him.

Beautiful as an angel in my eyes;
I would even forgive him for any lies.

I wonder when I will stop thinking about him;
I have lost this battle there is no way to win.

Get used to the hunger is what I must do;
Forever more I will be starving for you.

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