Page 52 of His Last Chase

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How can I let you go

When you hold a piece of me

My beautiful disaster

How can it be

That you were meant for me

Life can be cruel but not as much as fate can be

My beautiful disaster

How can I make you see

You wound up in my arms

For reasons beyond you and me

Your scent is everywhere

On the sheets beneath me

I breathe it in just to keep you near

I don’t understand what you’ve done to me

Your pleasure is mine to control

Down on your knees is where you’ll be

While I give you what you need

Give your worries to me so you’re free to breathe

My beautiful disaster

How can it be

That you were meant for me

Life can be cruel but not as much as fate can be

My beautiful disaster

How can I make you see

You wound up in my arms

For reasons beyond you and me

When we’re apart, I miss your touch

And that gorgeous face staring expectantly at me

I’m so tired of fighting these feelings

When giving in is what we need

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