Men like to lay their heads on my thighs and pray
They like to hear the rhythm of my heart throughout the day
My body feels like a cloud, pulling them away
From reality, they stare at me, as if I am a piece
Of art in a museum, but it's one they cannot lease
It is owned by the gallery and sometimes you can ask
If you can borrow all of it to complete your little task
And sometimes, if you're lucky, you will get to touch
All of the marble curves it has, it's thighs, it's lips, and such
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
Men like to lay their heads on my thighs and pray
They like to hear the rhythm of my heart throughout the day
My body feels like a cloud, pulling them away
From reality, they stare at me, as if I am a piece
Of art in a museum, but it's one they cannot lease
It is owned by the gallery and sometimes you can ask
If you can borrow all of it to complete your little task
And sometimes, if you're lucky, you will get to touch
All of the marble curves it has, it's thighs, it's lips, and such
