Twirled around your finger,
Are strands of my hair,
A dark waterfall waiting,
To cascade down your body.
They say games are fun,
But do they know about the pain
Of being beaten?
To see the rewards stolen?
You were mine,
I feel it in every inch of my core,
I hope when you kiss her,
It's my whispers and moans you hear.
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