The right leg crosses the left
the left leg crosses the right
Not bad for forty two
I watch across the room
This seductive sequence
to think I used to **** that
Not now though - no chance
she really hates my guts
Yet every few weeks I sit
across the silent living room
She streches over, presenting her ***
In **** tight pink trousers
She knows what she's doing
understands my mind
Pink is my colour of ***
I cannot ignore her
And so the show goes on
and then for days to come
I dwell on the pink trousers
skin of forbidden fruit
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The right leg crosses the left
the left leg crosses the right
Not bad for forty two
I watch across the room
This seductive sequence
to think I used to **** that
Not now though - no chance
she really hates my guts
Yet every few weeks I sit
across the silent living room
She streches over, presenting her ***
In **** tight pink trousers
She knows what she's doing
understands my mind
Pink is my colour of ***
I cannot ignore her
And so the show goes on
and then for days to come
I dwell on the pink trousers
skin of forbidden fruit
