I watch him undress,
Chocolate skin, hairy chest,
But where are the six packers?
He read my thoughts,
and whispered softly in my ear
*Sixth sense, six packs, six degrees of separation,
My evil third eyes, blinks with no hesitation*
when I look at you.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
I watch him undress,
Chocolate skin, hairy chest,
But where are the six packers?
He read my thoughts,
and whispered softly in my ear
*Sixth sense, six packs, six degrees of separation,
My evil third eyes, blinks with no hesitation*
when I look at you.
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