Touch you with my touch
now you feel the rush
of my hand like a paint brush
slowly tracing your curves
but I do not deserve
such a woman like yourself
so deserving of respect
but when my friends would talk about that chick
and want to bone her
bone would carry me back
to the skeletons in my closet
only concerned about getting in between that girl’s hips
when they ***** her
I wanted to be that girl’s hips
the bones inside of her
because without me she couldn't move alone
and without her heartbeat
I'd just be bones.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
Touch you with my touch
now you feel the rush
of my hand like a paint brush
slowly tracing your curves
but I do not deserve
such a woman like yourself
so deserving of respect
but when my friends would talk about that chick
and want to bone her
bone would carry me back
to the skeletons in my closet
only concerned about getting in between that girl’s hips
when they ***** her
I wanted to be that girl’s hips
the bones inside of her
because without me she couldn't move alone
and without her heartbeat
I'd just be bones.
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