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You had absolute power over me.

Oh my dear,

I wonder what

you would have

done if you had

known the gross

amount of power

you had upon me.


I suppose you would

have abused it, because

absolute power, corrupts

absolutely ( bless your heart)


I knew full well that this

was a dangerous territory

and the grit in my eye today is

well worth avoiding a 

trench of disaster tomorrow. 


Perhaps you would not have

thought of it like that...



But eventually, you would

have gotten slap-happy. 


No one has ever had

me under their thumb

quite like you, but

I'm quite sure

I put myself there

And I'm even more

sure you never noticed.



Should I see you again,

My house of cards would

make a mess on the table top. 


I'll never let on to who you are,

But I'll tell you that you could

have done anything you wanted

with me then. 


Not many men have had that luxury.

Nor will many men ever have that luxury. 


So you damn well better consider

yourself lucky, young man...

in a few years you'll certainly see why.

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  1. Chubby cuppycake kidFebruary 7, 2010 at 4:18 PM

    youre the apple of my eye

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