my secret lover

my sneses are in overdrive like a car driving over a big sped bump i look to the left outlines of claking clikers await me i look to the rite there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to extasy" but then i had the truly terible reelisation they doo not have ears...

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