By Arcassin Burnham



A hippy in the red mist getting hazy,
Talk ***** to me,
And I'm bound to drive you crazy,
Nice legs,
If you own some,
Long hair,
That I could pull,
I known to have the shaft to make you drool,
Do you feel what I'm feeling,
I hope that you can understand,
*** addicts Have resolutions,
I'll do more than hold your hand,
I not trying make you passionless
Is it good to you,
Throw you into the passion,
And list you , until you spew.