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David

It was a man touching his David.

Sculptin’ culture on the contraire.

 

She drew her lips into a smile.

Four chips in two teeth.

 

Sketchin’ her out on beach-sandpapers.

Making for days, sculpting.

 

Making love for days and

being *** for a night or so.

 

Yea, that’s his David.

That’s his masterful piece.

 

Call that a non-Goliath.

Call her five foot and four.

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Sep 8, 2014
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