I'm going to use you, abuse you, then throw you away. You are my toy. Like any toy, you will be the highlight of my life, I will play with you everyday, think about you all the time and become for you what I could be for noone else. Your exquisit warm arms envoping me, your sweet wet kisses tender against my moist lips will be all I long for and claim to need in life. As time passes you will become second nature but I will still thrill at your touch. Your hands around me, your kisses on my lips will be what I expect but not necessarily crave. And then one day you will reach out and touch me, I will move instinctively with your fingers benieth my chin, but I will feel nothing, I will not long for you. I will not crave your sensuous kisses. I will have grown tired of the monotony of your breath against my skin, the way your fingers part my pubic hair, and the look of passion welling behind the darkness of your eyes. I will toss you aside like an old toy, like a dishrag that no longer suits my needs. I am going to use you, abuse you, then throw you away. You are my toy.