By deevaa
Date: 28 October 1999
Titanic
he calls me angel as he kisses my pouting lips
strokes his fingers across my cheek bone and
whispers "I love you" in my ear,
his teeth make their way down my neck.
grazing, and nipping at my flesh
I giggle as he asks me
if I've been a good girl today
and he lifts his eyes to mine as I smile down.
"my cheeky little angel,
you're a very naughty girl"
I try to look innocent and sweet,
and hold in the giggles
but he playfully swats at my ass
and says he loves what I do to him
loves the way my 'bedroom eyes' say
"come fuck me"
His bed is covered with pale blue satin
I become Rose as the Titanic goes down
floating in an icy blue sea
only
he's not Leonardo,
hes a rugged
charmer
with a too sexy French accent
a little too
arrogant,
in a way I can't resist
("your so sexy angel, its just as well you have a
sexy French man to take care of you.")
as our passions get me frenzied
I turn from angel to lover,
He makes me beg
then scolds me
"Did I tell you, you could?"
"no lover, I didn't lover, I sware"
"angel your my little whore"
{{{whore}}}
{{{whore}}}
{{{whore}}}
words echo in my mind
and for a moment I shiver
my passion
gone
Then I remember, I'm Rose
in the sea of ice, my heart is s
i
n
k
i
n
g
but he tells me he loves me
his body claims mine
he murmurs sweet nothings
clambering into a life raft
clutching at my hand,
"come to me angel
you make me feel so good."
(its a pity
you
forgot
to do the same)
{{{whore}}}
{{{whore}}}
{{{whore}}}
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