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Dec 2009
My night had been boring
my morning was bland
'til you laid that little
blue rubber in my hand

the people around us
filed through the door
I looked at you
as my jaw hit the floor

I picked myself up
and sat down at your side
hoping that maybe
we'd go for a ride

we sat and talked
just shootin the ****
discussing the next time
that you'd take a hit

I said I was starved
it's making me sick
with this *** deprivation
I need someone to lick

we sat there flirting
smiling, makin' eyes
I nearly suggested
we go spread your thighs

I often want
to have you for the night
take you somewhere quiet
and do what feels right

I know what to do
I'm staying on track
I've got what it takes
to make you arch your back

Don't call me a sinner
don't call me immoral
I know you're like me
care for some oral?

You're so very ****
I can't speak my mind
the things I would do to you
and your perfect behind

If you feel the same
please do let me know
for I'll be ready for lovin
You'll get quite a show

The crush that you had
is it gone for good?
maybe just let me
check under the hood?
Written by
Robert Jackson
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