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May 2020
In my dreams she greets my submissive guise
Her eyes sparkle like an ocean flower
And I’d drown to the depths if it meant she’d devour me
Feverishly, until the very end
Looking at the way you tease with your tongue
You’d send Mr Whippy around the bend
Performing acrobatic acts around your little finger
Helter-Skelter from your thighs right down to your feet
My lack of self-worth to someone like you is a real treat
But that’s no one’s fault but mine
..
She smiles when I’m going out of my mind
Like she’s got something sweet stuck in her teeth
A flying saucer or some strawberry lace
Floating from star to star in outer space
But I can’t explain why
Her ***** accent somehow really gets me in the mood
Every word she speaks so bitter and sour
But I couldn’t care less
It’s happy hour and I’m ready to fire at rapid speed
If I’m given half a chance, of course
Written by
Dal90  29/M
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