I bet as I buy you
oh silly silly little things
I am his right hand
and called by his command

I rebuilt all of my Lord
if you have any sense fear me
for I am a master of war
see all my beaten scars

Think me idiot boy
just a toy you can push
when you are honey
into your poetic bush

Let me taste Neptune
that womanly smell
that hot honey ***
that gushes from your lips

So as I dance with you
in a hormonal stance
you know kit kit
I am broken no longer

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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