Dark Little Desires
There's a girl with a heart as dark as a granite counter top from which she displays her darkest little desires with cabinets made of pain and misery, she hides her dark little secrets, she cowers from their judging looks, her little fantasies she only shares with me, because I'm the only that she trusts with her dark little secrets, her most twisted wishes, and I must confess I enjoy it being the only one she trust's because I love hearing all her dark little secrets because I share her twisted little wishes, so I keep quiet because I love to listen to her darkest fantasies, and twisted wishes because I share her dark little desires, so she speaks her most precious secrets and darkest fantasies, unaware that I enjoy her dark little fantasies and that I dream of participating in them with her, because I want to help her fulfill her darkest wishes, and her twisted fantasies and listen to her malevolent melodies, and her twisted wishes, and be able to share my darkest little desires with her. And confess all my twisted wishes and we can envelope are dark little hearts fantasies.
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