Sta.sh
I knew I was going to steal him. Yes
I saw it in my mind. That feeling.
unshakeable feeling.
He walked. Talked. Smiled. To them.
The ones
to them
He wasn't their whore. He wasn't theirs to see, smell, taste, to see, smell, taste, touch, taste, see, touch, smell, taste, touch, see, taste, touch, smell, taste, see, touch, see, touch, taste, see, smell, taste
He was not theirs.
I would take
stop his prostitution.
What belonged to me.
Take.
I would take him.
Where was the beginning?
Here.
There.
Beginning? Or end?
It's the same.
He was whored.
He was Misused. Mishandled.
He was a whore to them.
I merrily saved him. That boy.
That boy
that young boy
Like her, so like her.
pristine white tresses, luscious, cream-white skin I could dip my fingers into, powder-pink lips perfectly ripe, supple belly padded firm it would carve almost divinely, lean so lean, the fingers would make such a lovely sound between the teeth, the orbs indigo and moist, the youth was fresh on him poignant ripest, the bare white neck fleshy and tender rarely exposed, my mouth could water at the scent of that kept naked skin
oh yes he did cry when I took him
I said "don't be worried, I'll save you" he said "Who are you?" I said "My poor dear" he said "Who are you?" I said "I know you, I've watched you" he said "Let me see you" "poor dear, My poor dear" he said "That voice" "My tiny little pet"
little doll
he said "Where are you taking me"
You talk too much. You talk too much.
"Where are you taking me!" he said!
"you talk too much. you're talking. Too. Much."
and I struck his head upon the brick
and he did not speak
and the quiet ate it up again
And it was unpleasant.
But it won't be. Never again. It won't be.
That's why I took him. I wanted him. and he was mine.
And he was filled with sounds. He created them.
I liked his sounds.
That voice.
That voice.
It was all around.
no
In the air.
No.
For everyone to hear.
No!
They will not listen. They will not listen. Stop it. Stop hearing.
Stop hearing.
around and around
Stop hearing.
round and around
take your eyes off
what is mine.
what will be
I will make him mine.
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I apologize for sounding harsh all up there and junk. 
*is squished!*