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Oct 2018
Tequila, te **** me.
Run through my veins and my mind.
Intoxicate me until I can’t feel my mine.

Give me something close to the real,
But maybe more as a trill.
Passable, relatable,
That feeling everyone’s killing to feel.

Tequila, te **** me.
Take me over and take me down.
Make me lose control til I can’t hear sounds.

Get my head spinnin spinnin,
Make that music loud.
Get my hips thrillin thrillin,
Have me standin out in the crowd.

Tequila, te **** me.
One more time.
Baby please baby please,
Give me one last whine.

Till I loosen your width,
Till I’m making you grip,
Till you gotten me whipped,
Make this good fruity drip.
Jessica Ford
Written by
Jessica Ford  22/F/NYC
(22/F/NYC)   
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