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Aug 2017
Jolly bubbly sweet Cassie
Come here my love, my lassie
My Cassie, so frail and fragile
She poses so she looks awhile
Her stern stares move mountains
Her sensual lips grow valleys
Dearest Cassie, little lassie
When was the last time I drank you in lastly?

I see your lips are drenched again in purple
What do I have to say for you to be careful
You venture out into the mountain and valleys
And throw caution into thin air
like you just don't care
Like you just don't want to care
You drown inside till  you start to coil
I take solace in this  inner turmoil
But it arouses me when I see that confusion
Plastered on your figure frame of delusion
Dearest Cassie, dearest lassie
I yearn to feel your stern look
And see your sensual lips once again
Berries
Written by
LordAnna
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