dear master disc,

i’ll type gently so that u’ll understand.
i wanna let u know that i’m always havin a rapid eye movement
every time u sit infront of my oculars
it goes funky.
every "caught" stares digs a deeper hole into my aeortas.
pls dont let me free.
i’ll wear what u want me to wear.
i’ll let u paint my face and laugh at me.
i’ll do da bunny pose and even the bunny hop
i’ll rock those tights.
pull me out of da bed in da middle of my sleep just to watch u brush your hair.
especially when u shake your money maker every after lunch.
‘ll stop talkin to da plants
i’ll trim down my ps2 games on 25 minutes everyday.
i’ll learn how to fold my clothes.
pin my lips into your forehead everytime you’re thirtsy.
jest me.
treat me like m da guy u gon meet next week.
and m’a treat u like the gurl m’a be with in my lifetime..

                                                                                             cooling out,
                                                                                             slave disc

~ by iamwoim on August 26, 2008.