Come here, baby

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Come here, baby, put on a dish - I'll cook you:
whip rods rudeness and indifference,
then buy the warmth and acceptance.
You'll hate me, damned,
and in an instant melts.
Why you hesitate, as the first time,
Do you not know lust masochism?
Did not you like the apotheosis of ostracism,
practice by itself voluntary renunciation?
I can see through, your subtle nature;
like you, baby, you should be able.
For you hurt more than just - Gingerbread - threat greedy for sweets figure
. Do you lament the fact that I am not fit
the role of your personal de Sade?
However, grumble, weep, suffer! Sadness - this is exactly what I want from you
. We are the perfect lovers;
It is in our morbid fantasies
to coincide molecules we - not because l still, God's will, we will together?