What’s
The
Deal
With the airlines
Mid-air Snacks ?
It always
Reminds
Me
Of the girl
Next door
Where
Firstly
In early morning
Where all the young
Hearts around the
Neighborhood knows
The
Exactly time
She would be
Coming out
For her morning jogs
Like a hawk
In the sky awaits
Its pray
Like the bumblebees
Waiting for spring
Like the black bears
Hibernating
Dreaming
Of
her sweet seducing lips
I bet
Taste just like honey
Like that wet dream
I once had
Dreaming of exploring
Her seductive body
In my inappropriate
Thoughts
I can almost taste
The
Paradise
Desperately in need
Of
Conquering her heart
And rumple her sheets
I
can almost guarantee
To be a lot more
Delicious than her
Favorite candies
Lol
Butterflies in the
Stomach
Couldn’t dream
Of any
Other girls
To help Bring
The animal out of me
Anyway
I was always there
To capture the moment
Yoga pants
Embrace her body
So perfectly delicious
Where all curves
Screaming out loud
For attention
Without
A doubt
She never disappoints
Except
few hours later
Just to be picked up
By that fine looking
College boy
Driving
His
drop top Benz
At
that moment
Painfully, we all knew
There wasn’t
One threaded chance
Of Us
Feeding the beast
What
a freaking tease
A bag of chips
and a soda
Always
Reminds me
of the girl next door
Just
Enough to get
me exited
But Never
Enough
To completely satisfy
My hunger.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
What’s
The
Deal
With the airlines
Mid-air Snacks ?
It always
Reminds
Me
Of the girl
Next door
Where
Firstly
In early morning
Where all the young
Hearts around the
Neighborhood knows
The
Exactly time
She would be
Coming out
For her morning jogs
Like a hawk
In the sky awaits
Its pray
Like the bumblebees
Waiting for spring
Like the black bears
Hibernating
Dreaming
Of
her sweet seducing lips
I bet
Taste just like honey
Like that wet dream
I once had
Dreaming of exploring
Her seductive body
In my inappropriate
Thoughts
I can almost taste
The
Paradise
Desperately in need
Of
Conquering her heart
And rumple her sheets
I
can almost guarantee
To be a lot more
Delicious than her
Favorite candies
Lol
Butterflies in the
Stomach
Couldn’t dream
Of any
Other girls
To help Bring
The animal out of me
Anyway
I was always there
To capture the moment
Yoga pants
Embrace her body
So perfectly delicious
Where all curves
Screaming out loud
For attention
Without
A doubt
She never disappoints
Except
few hours later
Just to be picked up
By that fine looking
College boy
Driving
His
drop top Benz
At
that moment
Painfully, we all knew
There wasn’t
One threaded chance
Of Us
Feeding the beast
What
a freaking tease
A bag of chips
and a soda
Always
Reminds me
of the girl next door
Just
Enough to get
me exited
But Never
Enough
To completely satisfy
My hunger.
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