Oh hell yes, I pay attention
to every word she's said
a master of invention
especially, in bed
It's the lilt and timber
her voice in my mind and head
and *** she's limber
like dough, before it's bread
I'm wrapped around her finger
I'm sure she knows it to be true
my thoughts will often linger
but I always, follow through
She doesn't have to ask
her eyes of grey and blue
her honey from a golden cask
her name, my first tattoo
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Oh hell yes, I pay attention
to every word she's said
a master of invention
especially, in bed
It's the lilt and timber
her voice in my mind and head
and *** she's limber
like dough, before it's bread
I'm wrapped around her finger
I'm sure she knows it to be true
my thoughts will often linger
but I always, follow through
She doesn't have to ask
her eyes of grey and blue
her honey from a golden cask
her name, my first tattoo
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