Cookie

You're my sweet addiction

I shouldn't have you

but,

I come back to you

You're my cookie

My sweet chocolate obsession

You are my addiction

That I come back for

I shouldn't

But you are my addiction

My sweet chocolate obsession

A/N. I never really thought of it but this poem i wrote sort of fits this story plot. R&R.. GIVE ME IDEAS

Prog.

I'm a slut. I thought as I walked in the pouring rain. I let him use me. I don't tell him to stop like I wish he would. I command to his wishes. Giving myself to whomever he says to give to. I'm a whore. I let them come and go as he says. Why do I listen to him! Oh yeah I'm cursed. I'm his whore. I'm his servant and his lover. Well at least I hope that the last part is wrong because you can never be to sure on being bound to The Devil himself.