So you are not fooled
by pretty perfumed bombs
that explode in clouds of kisses
and whispers of yes,
not outfoxed
by foxiness,
sleight of hand
and hips
not suckered
by my puckered
lips
and yet
you gladly fall
for all my tricks.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
So you are not fooled
by pretty perfumed bombs
that explode in clouds of kisses
and whispers of yes,
not outfoxed
by foxiness,
sleight of hand
and hips
not suckered
by my puckered
lips
and yet
you gladly fall
for all my tricks.
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