Sometimes I have thngs on my mind.
Some is good.
Some is not so good.
Others might consder bad.
But sometimes its the bad thoughts that gives me the most
pleasure.
Evil flows through, as some would describe it to be,
but for me it's as pure as a virgin.
What I could do!
What I could do!
If given the chance to develop,
feels better than any orgasm I can have with a man.
The darkness that comes forth with all its sinster schemes.
Makes me shiver to think that I could carry it out passed
my dreams.
Am I this wicked?
Am I this destructible?
Am I this depraved?
Yes I am?
I feel it deep within me!
Yeess! Oh God! Can you, can you feel it too?
I know you can!
Don't sit back and pretend that you don't sometimes have
things on your mind.
For we all have been there.
We all have seen the things that our minds can perceive.
You knnow, I know, we all know the deal.
Oh you can not tell me that you haven't been there before.
I feel you and see you in the my mind's door.
The thought is sooo good to you that it's like given yourself,
your hand for instant gratification.
Buy yet and still there's a grin on your face.
You might even reach for the tempting match, but you forgot
that you don't smoke cigarettes.
But in our minds the thoughts were so veil,
that even now we all sit and smile.
Because soemtimes you, I, we have something on our minds.'
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